Poisoned

The Greedy Warlock

"Inside, the cottage was dark, yet I could see little jars and pots full of glowing potions and bubbling concoctions. There seemed to be no one in the cluttered room, so I remember having a look around, dipping my fingers in a bit of goo, sniffing some kind of slime.

All of a sudden, there was a thud  and there continued to be many more thuds until a collosal figure was standing menacingly beside me.'

'Why didn't you run away?' questioned Sarah, scribbling in her notebook.

'I was in a trance! How do you think I ended up in that dangerous cottage in the first place?' shouted Emma, like Sarah had asked a rediculous question. 'Anyway, I'll continue...'

'Come foward!' boomed the figure. Instantly, I approached, as I came closer I could see the figure was dressed in fine, silken robes, his long, grey, wispy hair  tied back in a ponytail. His beard was grand too, sweeping down to his feet and his face was wrinkly with age, his eyes a stormy grey. 'I am old, oh so very old," began the warlock, "I have lived for thousands of years off the souls of children and soon I will die if I don't have yours. I will take your soul and youth for my own and in return give you one of these," the greedy warlock pointed to a stack of jars, each one of them contained a glowing bird, tweeting very loudly. Some of the birds were bright colours and were very beautiful but others were as dark as a winters night and had glowing red eyes. "These are the souls of young, supernatural creatures of which I have murdered. When you have a monsters soul inside you, you will think like one, eat like one, look like one and be one. All I need to do is take your soul!" laughed the old warlock, wheezing as he did. Suddenly, he uncovered a tiny bottle from inside his cloak. "Now drink child," ordered the warlock. The trance was wearing off and a shot of panic and fear went through me. I tried to force his hand away but despite age the warlock was very strong and managed to make the vermillion liquid pass my cracked lips. The poison was tasteless, empty, hollow, yet the scent was suffocaiting. "

"How did you feel when you drunk the poison," asked Sarah, sipping her cold tea politely, her face crumpling up like the warlock's skin at the revolting taste.

"I felt, I felt terrified of what could happen after I came out the trance, I wanted to run away but the Warlock grasped my neck and clutched my wrist. After I had drunk the liquid, I remember collapsing on the hard floor; the last thing I can remember is the warlock approaching me with a silver dagger. I woke up as a supernatural..."