He looked up at the sky, and threw his arms in the air as if wondering ‘why him’, then exhaled loudly before turning away. As it was, the only part of the poison ivy that would affect him was the sore itchiness.

If he wasn’t a Guardian, my spell would’ve hurt him, soaking into his skin and making him sick. It spiraled as if it went a hundred miles per hour, smashing into Jarak’s chest, covering him in a raw poison ivy spell. Lunging forward, I threw the orb as fast as I could. Tiny sparkles of energy floated out around the orb. An orb illuminated, growing in power, cupped in my hands. All the energy sizzled as if I held a thousand ants in the palm of my hand.

My mind locked on my target, and I grinned.Īfter a deep breath, the spell came to life in my hands. The bush sprang to full life as I used its energy to create my spell with it. He could beg all he wanted, but I wouldn’t change my mind. “Es, I mean it, don’t you even dare think about it.” He backed up again making space between us. We circled one more time, and he reached out his arm, trying to get me off balance, but I was ready and moved out of the way before his hand made contact. For one short moment, I forgot I should be fighting. The morning sun shone on his already bronzed skin, showing his many days in the sun. He held a smirk that made me think he was amused by all of this. We walked around each other in a tight circle. I’d be danged if he got me in another headlock. I held my arms up in front of me, boxing style, waiting for him to make a move. “Whatever you’re thinking in that pretty little head, don’t” “Nothing.” I turned back around to face him. “Hey, wait a minute Es, what are you doing.” His voice hinted at uncertainty with a small hesitation. It was no longer a sprout, but a full–grown wild plant with wide leaves covering the ground. I ignored him and focused on growing the ivy. “Come on, I have all night for you to make me whine.” The sprout grew about an inch and blossoms formed into tiny leaves, letting me know I’d made a connection with it. What would you do if you where faced with the enormous task of awaking the dead to save your life and those around you?Įsmerelda ~ Wimpy witch my ass, all of the week’s frustrations I had pent up, churned inside me. Polish | With death starts a new beginning….

Wolf Spell by M.R. Polish