Durik was more than shocked right now as he stared at his webbed hand and when he tried to look down at himself, he couldn’t find his feet but his belly that was round and green in appearance. It didn’t take him too long for him to realize that he had been turned from a half-vampire to a frog.
CROAK!
What the hell happened?! Did the black witcher turn him to a frog?!
Wanting to complain, he opened his mouth to croak over and over again.
“It worked,” he heard the Lady comment looking down at him who looked like a giant building. She was tall along with the rest of the things that had been magnified from where he sat. When he tried to move, Durik failed to land perfectly on the dusty ground and fell straight on his face miserably.
That was it! He wanted to quit right away! This was not what he had signed up for when the lady had asked for his help.
Durik wanted to cry and complain right and he did it, “I wasn’t told I was going to turn to a toad! Am I toad? Or is it a frog? I don’t care, turn me back or I leave!” and during the butler who had transformed into a frog, all his complaints only turned to many more croaks.
Penny could tell that Durik wasn’t happy. When she had asked for his help she had not specified what the help was going to be and the butler had readily accepted to only croak.
“Of course, it works. I have been a black witch and have used these spells for quite some time now,” the black witcher who had introduced himself as Piers replied to Penny’s words.
As much as the butler was not happy about these sudden changes in events with what happened to him, Penny was happy to see that the spell did exist and it wasn’t such a faux.
“What are the limitations to the use of spells?” Penny asked him. If the spells were this easy, the black witches would have turned every single creature to a bunch of toads.
Piers turned to the lady who appeared to be slightly knowledgeable when it came to the use of spells, “These spells cannot be used on pureblooded vampires. For some reason, most of the spells fail in front of them. Even the most powerful ones. But if it is humans or former humans, or witches, the spell will work on them. Apart from having contact, the time span of when to use the spell is important. If a witch is weak, he or she cannot make use of the spells.”
“We don’t see witches turning every single one humans to toads,” Penny could tell the witcher was yet to tell how the spell worked because this couldn’t be the only reason.
The witcher then pulled out a pendant he wore around his neck. The pendant was round and it appeared like it had a glass in front while beneath the glass sat many different leaves and dust in it.
“What’s there in it?” she asked him, ignoring the croaks that was coming near her legs.
“This, I stole it from one of the black witches. It has all the elements that are needed for a spell to be used,” Pier replied to her, “I don’t know all the spells and just a few of them.”
Penny gave it some thought before asking, “Do you know the spell to unshackle the chains around your feet?” both of them stared at each other and she then heard him answer,
“I do,” the black witcher appeared calm and quiet, looking at the lady thinking about what he just said. She had been having a doubt, the way her eyes so very often flickered at him every single time in curiosity, “Are you wondering why I am here even though I could escape?” he asked her.
“A little bit. I am guessing you don’t want to go back to who you were working for all these weeks or months,” Penny stated to see his lips quiver.
“You are a smart woman,” he complimented her, “I don’t think it is feasible to go back to working for them. If I am not wrong, very few are accepted back once they return from being imprisoned. They lack trust there.”
“They fear about the returnee betraying them…” Penny words chimed in the empty passage where she stood in front of the cells.
“There is no guarantee that I will be spared. And hence I decided to stay here for some time but there’s something about these chains, the ones on my legs that won’t help me escape even though I can unchain my hands.”
That meant he was still stuck here, even the spells. Curious, she asked him, “The pendant there, hasn’t anyone tried stealing it?”
“No one knows about it. It isn’t hard to make but you need to have all the plants that falls straight in line with magic,” hearing this from him, Penny was glad she hadn’t thrown the books into the fire yet. The witches made use of various plants even when it came to making the voodoo doll. She needed to create the pendant.
Looking down at the toad, Penny then said, “Turn him back,” Durik appeared agitated as he was flopping back and forth first around here and then away from her as he croaked.
“I can’t.”
Penny raised her brows, her head turning to the black witcher, “What? What do you mean you can’t?”
“I only learned how to turn a person to toads. I didn’t need to turn them back to their original form, therefore, I didn’t bother to learn it,” the black witcher shrugged his shoulders with a queasy looking smile when Penny’s eyes turned to a glare.
“Jog your memory and try to find the spell to turn him back to his original state,” Penny demanded but the black witcher shook his head. This wasn’t good, thought Penny to herself, looking down at the toad who was staring up looking at them.
Durik blinked his eyes, questioning what they meant they couldn’t turn him back!
