Desperate and genuinely fearful of death, you pull yourself up, thin limbs shaking weakly as you try and support yourself. The effects of your spell overuse were becoming ever more clear. The remains of your once midnight black fur had become coated a metallic gray, and each breath felt forced and wheezing. At this point you assumed that you were at the canine age of a ninety eight year old, possibly even older.
Looking at the potted plant, frustrated that because of it and its predecessors forced you to go through so much pain and agony.
No.
It was only your fault you solemnly thought to yourself. Harauphar said you had potentential, but that didn't mean you were skilled or talented at fel magic.
"Wraith, we have spent nearly three quarters of the night now, I suggest you hurry this up before night is over." You hear Harauphar say in his strict tone.
You keep yourself from making a snide remark at him, even though as his familiar you were supposed to be completely loyal to him, you didn't really care as of now.
Concentrating on the plant once more, you tap into the mystic powers of your very soul, however, due to a combination of your lack of experience and the fact your mind was not at its sharpest, you unknowningly tap into another type of energy that payed dormant within you.
You barely recognized the difference with your muddled mind, your entire perception was worn and faded but you could still slightly sense the new energy.
You registered something much more strange. It felt.... purple...., something infectious and addicting. You couldn't feel anything else as you had already begun to use this purple energy in your spell. The resulting orb was not a emerald green like the previous ones, instead of a smooth round surface, this one was of a deep purple, misshapened and rough like a lump of clay, tiny tendrils seemed to wriggle out of it, as if eternally grasping for something out of their reach.
"Wait a second.... Wraith, that's not fel magic....Wraith... stop channeling that magic at once...." You hear Harauphar say behind you, however you barely hear his voice, your senses were muddled and mushy. You couldn't properly perceive the world. Instead, once reaching the size of a small ball, you shoot the corrupted spell at the plant, watching it through blurry eyes hit the plant. Then everything seems to go to darkness, the last thing you saw was the plant begin to contort violently and strange purple tendrils erupting towards you. Finally a shout from someone, your, not sure who, and a flash of green light illuminating the room.
Your not sure how long you were unconsious but when you awaken you open your eyes to see Harauphar looking at you, his green eyes emotionless as always.
Without saying hello, Master Harauphar tells you..
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AN/:
From now on, any story paths moving forward on this branch will be labeled as followed
(G)= Good
(N)= Neutral
(E)= Evil
(GN)= Good/Neutral
(GE) Good/Evil
(NE) Neutral/Evil)
(P)= Perverted, basically a chapter solely focusing on sexual content.
Thanks for reading this and make sure to check out other story branchs to discover the experiences of other familiars.