Onor

It was cold and dark. He’d been there for awhile but without knowledge of how long. The last spell cast was meant to place his soul in the crow passing above. A silly decision but necessary since he was told the town’s people were on their way to take his head. “It was that fu***** pumpkin slush” Onor said to himself while rubbing his head. Another voice whispered “I must have slipped”. Onor was angered after noticing the transformation defect. So he conjured another spell that would place his alternate personality within another pumpkin so he would finally be free from the voices…