A Curse Upon Thee 3-9A

Eyes blue as a summer sky snapped open at the scream. Wha-! It tore through heavy night air, the sound jagged the way it stabbed into his ears; exactly the kind of unfiltered panic that hit you right in the hindbrain. Survival instinct had him up and wide-eyed, Finn jumping right to his feet in…

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“This is still a terrible idea.” Finn rolled his eyes as Dr. Swineheart stood in the sterile glass doorway, clipboard full of discharge papers in hand. The frown visible through the man’s scraggly beard told Finn all he needed to know, consternation and irritation clear as the sunlight through the open window behind him. Judging…

Chapter 5: Red-y or Not An hour later, the deal was done. Finn had shaken the devil’s hand… Well, he’d avoided shaking it, which was pretty much the whole point of doing his best to avoid triggering any sort of Binding Vow, but yeah, he’d settled on an agreement. Now, though, he found himself walking…

“—elieve in magic in a young girl’s heart…” Pale fingers snapped on the downbeat, the crisp pop of skin on skin echoing out the thick green forest. “How the music can free her…” Red armored boots marched over a sprawling knot of moss-slick roots, the rhythm guiding his steps as he walked. “…whenever it staaaaarts?”…