The Magic of a Touch

Jeremy just looked at him and his eyes went black. "I curse you," he said with a deeper voice and the air around him shimmered with black energy. "I curse you with your biggest fear." That energy flung from Jeremy and into the stunned Captain's face where it entered through his gaping mouth. "Never shall you have respite until your find the true remorse." The Captain whimpered and reach down to his groin...and the look on his face said he was missing something there. Jeremy's eyes returned to normal and he shook his head. There was no real loss of his manhood, only he thought there was. It was a hag spell, phantom fear. Had he been afraid of spiders he would see them everywhere. Erich ran away screaming into the library to look for a counter curse.

Jeremy just went to get his robes and then pack them for his trip home. Archie was asleep on the suitcase when he got there. "We're going home for two weeks Archie. I passed!" The cat woke up, stretched and then jumped down to purr while he rubbed his length against Jeremy's leg. "Proud of me?"

The cat looked at him like he was an idiot. No change there. No, the only change was in Jeremy. He was going home. Home...where he could finally hold hid head up and say he was a Sorcerer. A tantric Sorcerer.

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I hope to make this one a bit more fun than anything else. If you're expecting much...don't. I wrote this in one day when the mood struck me and I may even continue it.

Kevin