Monster's Curse

Chapter 35

Tame’s hand reaches out from his body, quickly taking hold of the rocking horse and swinging it full force into the threat. The crunch of wood hit his ears and he smirked as he sprang from the bed. He reached up with the rocker and brought it crashing down.

Crunch!

He lifted up and a sense of dread filled him. There in front of him lay a beautifully crafted, life-sized puppet of a mare. She was covered in what looked like blue silk, giving the appearance of skin, if it weren’t for the wood texturing visible beneath it at least. He leaned down, putting a hand to the completely shattered skull of the puppet.

A single shard seemed to force his attention to it. A single word was painted on it. Trixie. He gripped it in his hand, something inside of him feeling as though he had died. Because of this, he failed to see the words melt away from the word and slowly crawl over his arm until it touched the golden vine along his arm and faded into the material.

He stood, sighing to himself. Tame may have specialized in monster killing, but that had brought about a respect for fine craftsmanship. And now it lies destroyed. Damnit Tame. It could have even been a companion when alone in camp if it were actually alive. His attention was brought back to his current situation as his chest burned. It also allowed him to hear the smooth sliding of stone as a side room with a magic circle revealed itself. Of course, there still was the other door in the room.

Received: Trixie Puppetmoon’s essence. (If this is the third essence you have obtained, click here.