Shebetheria was excited beyond excited.
Today was the first day she was able to conjure an elixir
Since she was released from the spell of the Dragon Maker.
She had made a mistake and accidentally turned his family
into squirrels and elves, and she had to forfeit six years of her life
to pay for this tiny mishap.
She began to toss her potions together, anxious to try ideas
she had been conjuring and contriving for the past six years.
The Dragon Masker stopped by to watch.
Any chance you could get my family back? He asked, hopefully.
She did better than that. She instantly turned him into a squirrel.
Not only can he join them now, but he cannot tell on her
or incarcerate her.
How smart was that? She asked herself.
A giant vision came out of the cauldron and laughed with her.
You are about to find out, a hollow voice said from the cauldron.
It was the Dragon Masker's voice.
"Pain", you know nothing of pain as I lay in a puddle of tears saturating me in
woe, so woe am I, face down in the earth that birthed me, so I fly not, dream not,
yet I sigh sitting in mime watching the masker ade wishing for omega, ripping
legs off insects that pass squeezing every tear out, in there I lay somatic to
emotion that poured the liquid from windows of perception, here I fly not, dream
not, yet I sigh lost in this puddle of woe for woe am I.