Carnival of Lost Souls

Carnival of Lost Souls — page 1
A dark web of words spooled from Mussini’s lips The boy stared into the black pools of his eyes caught in the ebb and flow of his voice And when the story was over the secret told only then did the boy realize what he had done The mistake fresh in his mind the boy pleaded for mercy But the magician roared with laughter his contract ironclad No room for second chances The raucous crowd around Mussini drifted toward the boy Fearing for his life he burst out of the tent The night rang in his ears the air stung his lungs A sudden burning on his flesh brought him to his knees a tattoo appeared on his wrist the mark of the magician himself Mussini It was then through the pain and fear the boy decided he would study the strange ways of the magician learning everything he could about the world science stars and magic anything to combat the wicked curse laid upon him return and collect his price The only thing the boy was sure of clutching his wrist was that when Mussini came back in fifty years the soul he took would not be his