..a dragon!
Your friend the witch looks dissappointed,but he keeps his mouth shut
and flips through the spellbook till he finds the right spell for turning you
into a dragon.
He draws a chalk circle around you,chants away and tosses the herbs into the fire
in the fireplace.
There is a flash,a foul sulphur and brimstone stench in the room,but you're not a
dragon,as you point out to your friend the witch.
He scratches his head and goes back to the spellbook,to see
what went wrong.
About 33 minutes later theres a knock in the trapdoor leading down to the basement.
You open the trapdoor and are surprised to see three beastly scaly 2 foot tall little
animal men glowering up at you with beady glowing eyes.
Behind them you can see the fires of Hell somewhere down below.
The lead imp looks you up and down and says "So you wanna be a dragon ,huh?"
His companions leap out and seize you,pinning you down to the floor.
Your friend the witch chooses that moment to rush forward,and the head imp casually waves a taloned
forepaw,freezing
him in midrun.
Then he pours a burning acidic foul liquid down your throat whilst
one of hisa companions keeps your jaw pried open.
Then with a swipe of his sharp talons,the head imp slices open
your chest and cuts out your beating heart.
As your scaly blackening blood gushes upwards to surround your still beating
human heart,you feel yourself being sucked out of your ruined mortal shell
into something else.
For a fraction of a second you're seeing from two points of view,looking
up at a red scaled 15 foot long dragon dripping some blood,and down at
a torn destroyed heartless human body.
Then you're the newborn dragon and you sag to the floor beside the dead thing
that used to be you and just lie there,watching as the zombie's
eyes roll back and it gets up on its feet,gaping chest wound all too visible.
The Hell spawned zombie kicks down the door and lurches off into the daylight.
Meanwhile the imps head back to Hell,their job done.
Your friend the witch stays frozen in midstride...
Sometime later,after you've figured out how to crawl short distances
in the dragon body,you gaze down at the spellbook and am not too surprized
to discover its previous owners had more to do with the Wicked Witch of the West
than Glenda the Good...