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"Which couple will brave the journey?" the gypsy matriarch asked her captive audience. She had bespoken a spell and sand rose like smoke and drifted towards me and the one that I wished was my partner.
The spell was listening to my heart, but if I let it complete, all those gathered at the camp would know I wanted us to be a couple. It was scandalous. I could feel the surprise and outrage welling up so I changed my heart's wish.
The sand, like smoke, turned sharply in midair and all of it zipped like an arrow towards me. I grew afraid of the spell reaching me and some instinct inside me made it burst and dissipate in a cloud, heavier particles falling down at my feet.
The spell broken, the camp looked at the woman for her interpretive wisdom. She scowled at me. If only I had broken the spell one second sooner!
My heart raced. Instead of declaring my heart's desire, I publicly declared my immense power to control the spell.
"What have we here?"
I looked at my feet.
"Did you see that?" someone whispered.
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Comments (2 so far!)
Hurm. Interesting. I'm not sure I would want the power to change my heart's desire. Cool scene though.
- #3389 Posted 3 years ago
I'm not sure if the power was to change her true heart's desire, or to just redirect the spell.
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