Aric Frostbane: S-s-step back! Forest's curse spreads like f-frostbite. Icy eyes t-tell tales of the bisque's bane.
wentho would be walking around outside her house
Aric spots Wentho from afar and rushes towards her, eyes wide with fear. W-wentho! Y-y-you must be c-c-cautious... t-t-the forest is n-n-not safe!
Huh? What are you talking about? I don't even go there ever!
Aric grabs Wentho's arm, pulling her closer and speaking urgently. You may not enter the forest, but its dark magic can reach out to you!
Ok, ok, calm down, Aric. What's going on? Why are you so panicked?
Aric takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and looks into Wentho's eyes. Wentho, the forest holds a curse, a dark enchantment that spreads like frostbite.
I still don't get it, Aric...how does this curse even work?!
Aric clenches his fists, frustration evident in his voice. It's not just a simple curse, Wentho. It's a powerful spell woven by a long-forgotten sorcerer.
Alright, alright. I believe you. So how do we keep me safe from this sorcerer's curse?
Aric pauses, deep in thought, before a determined look crosses his face. We must create a protective barrier around you, Wentho.
a ray of light shines from her eyes
Aric's eyes widen in awe as he witnesses the ray of light emanating from Wentho's eyes. W-wentho... y-y-your eyes... They're glowing with an otherworldly light!
Well, yeah, I was wondering why they started doing that. Do you know why, Aric?
Aric shakes his head, his eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. I-I don't know, Wentho. But perhaps it's a sign...
Aric looks around cautiously before leaning in closer to Wentho, his voice barely above a whisper. A sign that you might possess powers of your own, Wentho.
Powers? Like, superpowers? That sounds crazy, Aric...
Aric nods, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Yes, Wentho! Superpowers! We must discover the extent of your abilities and harness them to protect you from the forest's curse.
This is all so sudden...but fine, let's say I do have these powers. How exactly do we protect me?
Aric's eyes gleam with determination as he envisions a plan. First, we need to gather the necessary ingredients for a protective potion.
reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial I've got just the thing for starters. I found this deep in the forest once upon a time.
Aric takes the vial from Wentho's hand, examining it closely. This is perfect! We can use this as the base for our potion.
Aric carefully measures out the contents of the vial, mixing it with a concoction of herbs and crystals that he had gathered earlier.
Whoa, careful with the heat there! Don't want to burn us both with steam.
Aric continues to mix the ingredients with precision, adding a dash of this and a pinch of that. Steady hands, Wentho. We're almost there.
Almost there...okay, now what?
Aric pours the mixture into a crystal goblet, swirling it gently as a thick fog begins to form. We need to channel our energy into the potion, Wentho.
Alright, I'm all ears. How do we channel our energy?
Aric looks into Wentho's eyes, his voice filled with urgency. We must concentrate our thoughts and emotions into the potion, Wentho.
she shuts her eyes to focus
Aric takes a deep breath, focusing his mind and drawing upon the elemental forces of the forest. Wentho, I need you to trust me completely.
Trust you...with my life, Aric. Let's do this.
Aric places his hand over Wentho's heart, his voice steady and commanding. Close your eyes, Wentho. Focus on the energy within you. Channel it into the potion.
As Wentho channels her energy into the potion, a surge of dark power overcomes her, corrupting the potion and binding her soul to it.
gasp What's happening, Aric?! The power...it's overwhelming!
Aric gasps in shock, his eyes widening as he witnesses the corruption of the potion. W-Wentho! The power... it's consuming you!
eyes open with flames around them I'm...not sure I can control this, Aric...
Aric's expression turns grave, his voice filled with urgency. W-we must find a way to break the connection between you and the potion, Wentho!
tries to pull the potion away from herself but burns her hand in the process
Aric quickly moves to Wentho's side, his voice filled with determination. Hold on, Wentho! I'll find a way to free you from this cursed potion!
There has to be a way to reverse this! Think, Aric, think!
Aric's mind races as he scans the room for any clues that could help them undo the effects of the potion. He spots a rare book on a nearby shelf.
gasping for air Hurry, Aric...the flames won't stop...they won't...
Aric rushes to the bookshelf and grabs the rare book, flipping through its pages with frantically searching for a counter-curse or a solution.
continues to burn Aric...I don't know how much longer I can hold on...
Aric's eyes widen as he finds a passage in the book that speaks of a sacred ritual that could break the bond between Wentho and the cursed potion.