Pocket Stories: Unforgivable
Use the following five words in a story: Cactus, Cauldron, Rain Cloud, Octopus/Kraken, Cave
Simone wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stirred the contents of the cauldron clockwise for two more strokes. Her potion would be ruined if an unintended ingredient got added at this point. Revenge was specific and would only be had if everything was added in perfect timing.
She’d already added ten spines from a wilted cactus, twin tails from an albino salamander, twenty drops of eel blood, and a witch’s tear. All that was left was the kraken tentacle; added slowly in pieces cut in precise squares. As she added each piece she thought of the magnificent creature that had been willing to part with one of its legs. She had found the poor things wedged tightly between rocks during low-tide. It had been struggling to free itself for hours and was exhausted, baking in the sun. Using her magic, she freed the beast and helped guide it to her home in the cliff caves. The trek was dangerous to mere mortals, but she was no mere mortal and the humans in the village above the cliff would have done well to remember that.
When the last piece of tentacle had been added, the potion turned a brilliant sky blue. The glow filling the dark cavern with its light.
Simone sang as she stirred, “Nature hark and bid my call/the mortal home attend/let not the sun shine on their heads/nor on their nearest friend. Let thy water fall from the sky/with ne’er an end in sight/forgive them not their trespasses/nor their violent, hateful slight.”
Clouds billowed up from the cauldron, the spell entering its last phase. When no more clouds could fit in the cavern, they moved out of the cave mouth and grew into monstrous, dark behemoths. Simone followed them out and watched as her spell of vengeance wreaked its havoc.
Thunderclouds grew and covered the sun. The wind came in torrents from off the sea and battered at the town on top of the cliffs. Simone began to hear cries from the townsfolk. The fools were shocked to see her magic unleashed. The humble healer who aided their people for years beyond measure and given in to her fury.
They will learn, she thought, they will learn not to shun me and cast me from among them. I am Simone, the Dark One, and they will come to understand why.
Simone whistled happily to herself as she set her back to the town that hated her, and walked away, never to be seen again.
Simone wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stirred the contents of the cauldron clockwise for two more strokes. Her potion would be ruined if an unintended ingredient got added at this point. Revenge was specific and would only be had if everything was added in perfect timing.
She’d already added ten spines from a wilted cactus, twin tails from an albino salamander, twenty drops of eel blood, and a witch’s tear. All that was left was the kraken tentacle; added slowly in pieces cut in precise squares. As she added each piece she thought of the magnificent creature that had been willing to part with one of its legs. She had found the poor things wedged tightly between rocks during low-tide. It had been struggling to free itself for hours and was exhausted, baking in the sun. Using her magic, she freed the beast and helped guide it to her home in the cliff caves. The trek was dangerous to mere mortals, but she was no mere mortal and the humans in the village above the cliff would have done well to remember that.
When the last piece of tentacle had been added, the potion turned a brilliant sky blue. The glow filling the dark cavern with its light.
Simone sang as she stirred, “Nature hark and bid my call/the mortal home attend/let not the sun shine on their heads/nor on their nearest friend. Let thy water fall from the sky/with ne’er an end in sight/forgive them not their trespasses/nor their violent, hateful slight.”
Clouds billowed up from the cauldron, the spell entering its last phase. When no more clouds could fit in the cavern, they moved out of the cave mouth and grew into monstrous, dark behemoths. Simone followed them out and watched as her spell of vengeance wreaked its havoc.
Thunderclouds grew and covered the sun. The wind came in torrents from off the sea and battered at the town on top of the cliffs. Simone began to hear cries from the townsfolk. The fools were shocked to see her magic unleashed. The humble healer who aided their people for years beyond measure and given in to her fury.
They will learn, she thought, they will learn not to shun me and cast me from among them. I am Simone, the Dark One, and they will come to understand why.
Simone whistled happily to herself as she set her back to the town that hated her, and walked away, never to be seen again.
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