Char Trips Purple

Wavy purple lines. Trippy, man.
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Char felt beside him for his staff. He remembered that it was gone.

Sadness.

The face hovering before him brightened. “Good,” he said. “You’re awake.”

Char blinked. It all rushed back to him. The cave. The Overlord. The demon.

He felt at his chest, expecting to feel wounds and pain. He patted around his head. He had hit his head, right? The demon had clawed at his chest, right?

He felt fine. Wonderful, in fact. Was this man a Healer? The man dressed in strange clothes. They were a plain green, but he had never seen the style before. He was dressed in the multiple colors of the jungle. He would have expected a Healer to be wearing robes.

He looked to the source of the dim light. It was a silver box on the ground. Was it magical or machinery? He looked back to the man, tilting his head.

“Who are you?” Char’s voice was a rasp. His tongue was sandpaper. He tried to swallow, but could not.

The man straightened his face. “Straight to it, then.”

Char’s stomach suddenly swam and lurched. The wave of nausea rolled over him without warning. He squeezed his eyes shut, counting off his heart beat. In a moment, the feeling past. Behind his eyelids, a blur of rainbows and soft clouds made him feel like he was floating. He shook his head. The world from moving. He opened his eyes again.

“Take. It. Easy,” said the man, both palms raised. Why was he talking so slow? Char smacked his lips. Now his tongue tasted purple. Was that important? Char giggled. He felt the need to STAND!

He shot to his feet.

The other man stood too, but not as fast as Char. Char smiled in triumph. The man was waving his hands in front of him, “You’re under a powerful influence right now. Expect strange sensations to come and go.”

At least the man was talking faster now. This conversation would have taken forever.

The man kept going, “When I gave you the injection, you should have been conscious. I could have explained a lot, but we didn’t have much of a chance to talk, did we?”

Powerful influence? Did this man enchant him with this dizziness?

Char held up his own hand. “I’m all right.” And he was all right. Except for his tongue. It still tasted purple. And behind his eyes. When he blinked he saw splashes of color. It was like Spring fell into a rainbow and threw up. And his ears were ringing. And he was thirsty. And he felt taller.

And he felt shorter.

He licked his lips. He frowned. Now his lips tasted purple, too.

This wouldn’t do at all.

Other than that, he felt wonderful. He hadn’t felt this way since he had some magic mushrooms in his youth.

Wait a minute! He narrowed his eyes.

Had this man drugged him?


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