Prompt Word: Boot
Minervie and Chip 27
Chip continued his brutal healing practice, displaying the subtlety of a child his age who has enough trouble coloring within lines. Greandle, meanwhile, kept moaning, as new growth pushed out the corrupted wood that had unevenly frozen.
Meanwhile, Minervie stood over the kelpie who was stuck in the form of a human child, by the magic binding that Minervie had clasped around its torso. If it turned back into its larger equine form, it would nearly cut itself in half.
Minervie stared down at the creature, “Have you the ability to speak, or are you just a beast?” She waited a moment or two, “I’m losing patience.”
She lifted her foot and brought it over the kelpie’s head, “Wai…” The word never completed, as Minervie’s boot was firmly in place where it’s head used to be. Greandle wailed, as Chip lost what little concentration he had.
Minervie looked over at Chip, and said, “It was dead the moment it jumped out of the spring.”
Chip just stood there shaking. Not that he’d be able to explain it, but the scene scared him to the core. It didn’t matter if it was a deadly magical beast, or that its blood ran blue. To his eyes, creature or not, Grandma just crushed the head of a child no bigger than him.
“Chip, you are not ready to see these things. You are not ready to use the magic you already know. You are young and small, but you must know, and see, and learn.
“Your very life may depend on it,” Minervie completed her speech.
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