Alison leaned on her hand, searching for the next line, so deep in thought that she didn’t note the light tap and dip of her quill pen against her temple.
She muttered a series of words, stumbling over the correct number of syllables, and the necessary rise and fall in tone to draw the correct energies together.
The ink drew down the side of her face, slithered into the neck of her gown, disappearing below the collar; who would have guessed that the meager ink could travel so far and so indelibly into the shell of her fair skin?
Dipping the pen again, she wrote the remembered words of transformation, and leaned back, satisfied.
She lifted the parchment to the candle flame to burn it and complete the spell.
A mere apprentice scribe, she didn’t detect the heat and burn on her own skin until it was too late.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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