The *** and the Parliament
Lauren
I could feel myself getting dizzier with Elliot's every syllable. Pictures flashed through my head, horrible pictures of mangled, blood-drenched bodies with melted skin and hollow eye sockets. Jolts of energy seared through my brain as the pictures moved rapidly, like an old film. I felt sick.
I opened my mouth, but instead of vomiting, I found myself chanting along with Elliot.
The volume of my voice increased until it overpowered Elliot's. At first, I figured I was imagining it. That was the most logical explanation as to why I would be reciting a spell I'd never heard before.
But another explanation came to me.
It was possible that Elliot was transferring the words of the incantation to my mind. However, that would mean that one of us had to be a natural being of magic, and since I'd already deduced that Elliot was not...
My powers had finally been invoked.
I could break the curse.
I opened my mouth, but instead of vomiting, I found myself chanting along with Elliot.
The volume of my voice increased until it overpowered Elliot's. At first, I figured I was imagining it. That was the most logical explanation as to why I would be reciting a spell I'd never heard before.
But another explanation came to me.
It was possible that Elliot was transferring the words of the incantation to my mind. However, that would mean that one of us had to be a natural being of magic, and since I'd already deduced that Elliot was not...
My powers had finally been invoked.
I could break the curse.