. . . and but my soul, kind of. . . uhm.. I can''t get that back once I lose it, can I?"


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    need me."


    need you. Just make sure that''s how you word it when you drink the potion. One word out of place. . .. I won''t be responsible for what happens. And you''ll sign a contract to make sure of that. A Cupid Spell is what you are asking for. I''m not sure it''s what you actually want, but I''ll make it. It''ll take time. You come back to me, next week. I''ll have your spell. And the contract for your soul. She''ll love you forever, whether you love her back or not, and I know love, Boy, and I know, you don''t love her, but you''re just like the rest. You won''t listen to reason. You''ll have to learn the hard way, the nature of love. And how long forever really is. But it''s your life and you can do what you want with it. Who am I to stop you? You go home. And if next week, you still want the spell, I''ll be here with it."


    Swamp Hag''s hovel, running as fast as he could through the swamp, back out of the forest, and all the way to his house, where he jumped into bed and hid under the covers, terrified that the Necromancer had followed him and would pelt him with sea slugs in his sleep.