Chapter 2
Gruoch kept Mac at home while the actors got their play together. It wouldn't do any good to interfere until she had worked out their plan. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to use the spell she'd found or not. They'd been troubling actors for almost four-hundred years, ever since they'd first seen the play and found out about the curse, and it was taking effect on them. Mac had trouble sleeping, and sometimes he hallucinated. She had sleeping problems, too. She hoped it was just the play itself getting to them. Wasn't it most likely that being around the play for that long had made them start acting like the fictional versions of their parents? She really hoped that was all it was, but in case it wasn't, she didn't want to burden them with any deaths that could be avoided.
Other than the deaths, the spell was pretty simple. There were no particularly nausiating ingredients in the relatively simple potion, and then there were only a few magic words in Gealic to be spoken over a fire. Fires backstage during performances were difficult to conceal, but they'd done it before, and they'd do it again. After that, it wasn't as clear-cut. Basically, the idea was to start killing people and keep going until something happens. That something should ideally be a fog coming out of the fire and filling the theatre. The magic fog destroys all the magic it can find. It only last aroung five minutes before it destroys itself, too. She had no idea how many murders the spell would take, but the book gave her the impression that it would be a lot.
"Have you found anything?" Mac asked. He didn't understand much magic, so he wasn't any help looking for spells. He was only the troublemaker, whenever one was needed.
"Aye. I think so."
"What is it."
"Just a spell. It's pretty simple."
"So we'll do it, then?"
"It needs blood. A lot of blood."
"Oh." That meant 'I'll do it, if you want. You decide.' Gruoch always decided.
"This could be it, you know. It's the most likely spell I've seen in a long time. "
"The last we'll ever have to do."
"Maybe."
"How much blood?"
"I don't know."
"HOw many murders?"
"I don't know."
There was only silence. There wasn't anything to really say. They both knew they would do it. They'd tried every spell they'd found. This would be no different.
Rain beating on the roof filled the silence.
"
Gruoch kept Mac at home while the actors got their play together. It wouldn't do any good to interfere until she had worked out their plan. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to use the spell she'd found or not. They'd been troubling actors for almost four-hundred years, ever since they'd first seen the play and found out about the curse, and it was taking effect on them. Mac had trouble sleeping, and sometimes he hallucinated. She had sleeping problems, too. She hoped it was just the play itself getting to them. Wasn't it most likely that being around the play for that long had made them start acting like the fictional versions of their parents? She really hoped that was all it was, but in case it wasn't, she didn't want to burden them with any deaths that could be avoided.
Other than the deaths, the spell was pretty simple. There were no particularly nausiating ingredients in the relatively simple potion, and then there were only a few magic words in Gealic to be spoken over a fire. Fires backstage during performances were difficult to conceal, but they'd done it before, and they'd do it again. After that, it wasn't as clear-cut. Basically, the idea was to start killing people and keep going until something happens. That something should ideally be a fog coming out of the fire and filling the theatre. The magic fog destroys all the magic it can find. It only last aroung five minutes before it destroys itself, too. She had no idea how many murders the spell would take, but the book gave her the impression that it would be a lot.
"Have you found anything?" Mac asked. He didn't understand much magic, so he wasn't any help looking for spells. He was only the troublemaker, whenever one was needed.
"Aye. I think so."
"What is it."
"Just a spell. It's pretty simple."
"So we'll do it, then?"
"It needs blood. A lot of blood."
"Oh." That meant 'I'll do it, if you want. You decide.' Gruoch always decided.
"This could be it, you know. It's the most likely spell I've seen in a long time. "
"The last we'll ever have to do."
"Maybe."
"How much blood?"
"I don't know."
"HOw many murders?"
"I don't know."
There was only silence. There wasn't anything to really say. They both knew they would do it. They'd tried every spell they'd found. This would be no different.
Rain beating on the roof filled the silence.
"