Witch Meets Wizard
"I heard you were coming." My cracked long dead lips part to let the words escape.
I watch the mage plod through the growing shadows of my quagmire. He looks up at me from the sinking mud with calm in his heart.
He sees my power but fails to feel fear. "I told them to tell you I was coming." His wool gray shawl drags through the mud, collects at the bottom.
"Was hoping I'd run from big bad Castor and his lies of grandeur?" I reply, make sure the slime on my tongue makes the words stick.
"I was hoping you'd get ready." He lights his corn cob pipe with a spark from his blackened thumb, fingernail sharpened to a point. "And I see you have."
He draws in smoke, exhales an impossible amount. The smoke and fog curl together in dusk.
This man is power, from another realm. My cheeks heat with fear, a feeling now foreign.
"A man of your build is too rare to kill. I'll try and keep you alive for my own pleasure." I squint, let my decayed tongue roll out and twirl around seductively. "How big's that cock of yours, mage?" I blink beyond my control, a nervous tick returning.
The mage says nothing, draws in more smoke and blows it out into the ever growing cloud between us. "They sent me for justice, but I'm here because you'll give me fight."
"I'll give you death if you're lucky."
The mage's glacier blue eyes snap up to meet mine for the first time, I feel my soul retreat.
"You'll give me silence." His hand waves in tiny circular motions...
I realize my mistake, the cloud masking his motions - I cannot speak. My actions will have to speak in place of words.
I reach for my wand.