Willis has no knowledge of the Supreme Court of Knowledge or of its laws. He had no idea of the dangers when using magic against another living being. This law stated that magic should not be used for violent, or aggressive means or performed against a victims will was cause for concern. The more violent the spell, the harsher the punishment.
Willis had performed the spell once on himself, a willing volunteer.
This was not against the law.
Now, he was to perform the spell again.
The Farmer's son lifted the syringe and tapped it to release any air bubbles.
He hesitated.
"Hurry up, boy"
Zack didn't move.
"Boy, I'm sure that thing packs quite a punch. Do you want to be-"
"Wha..."
Willis was lucky. There was a loophole in the Court's law. If violent magic was performed as an act of self defence, it was considered legal.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"
Willis felt much stronger now. He was drowsy but not for much longer.
He raised his arms with little difficult, splintering the chains the held him down.
"This can't be..."
In a swift motion, he pulled the chains holding his legs and shattered them.
He rubbed his sore ankles and wrists. Calmly, he stood up.
Lying before him were various items of clothes strewn across the floor and two small rats.
The hanging light cast a long shadow over the rodents, who scurried into the corners of the room.
He decided, through some kind of supernatural manner, that they would be released from the hex within a few minutes. Enough time for Willis to escape, but not so long that they might be killed by a wandering cat.
He left the barn through the two double doors.
Where was he now? How could he find his way back?
He looked around but recognised nothing. He knew the Farmer, and had seen him many times in the village but was never very sure where his farm had been.
He looked down at his bovine body. He was attached to it now, but he needed a better view on his situation.
He decided to make a minor change.
He shut his eyes and whipsered those familiar words.
A bulge appeared in his back. It divided and spread outwards. An array of soft, slender, white feathers emerged.
He was still a bull, but now had the asset of two large wings to aid his search. They were exagerated and he wouldn't keep them, but they would serve their purpose well.
He leaped into the air and took flight.