Cyrus stood over Deacon proudly. He opened the front pocket of his black double-breasted vest and reached inside. Pulling out a small satchel, he dangled it up for us to see.
“What is that?" I called. He glanced up at me without saying a word. He relished in the excitement of being able to keep us guessing. Leaning down, he placed the baggie in Deacons hands. Then he put a hand on his head and began to recite a spell in Latin.
“Dare tibi montanas vires multiplices decem sic erit." He muttered. I only caught a little of what he said, something about the strength of mountains. But it didn't matter, we were about to find exactly what he had just cast. As he recited the words Deacon ingested the contents of the satchel, pouring them all into his mouth. His body began to writhe as if having a
