Chapter 22: A Strange Situation
"Mortal, You summoned me?" The voice rang, childish and sweet, doing a bad job of sounding deep. It made Vlad tense, stepping forward as a storm of questions stirred in his mind.
The mist fully cleared, revealing a young child, no older than ten and barely three feet tall.
Beady eyes shimmered with curiosity, while thin lips were pressed into a forced frown as if trying to look intimidating.
Since she was given a temporary form from poison, she was virulent green and shades of violet.
"I am Velcrissa Syth’Mavet," she said, pushing her shoulder and chest up. "Queen of the Virulent Bloom, The Pale Matron of Ruin, Born of the Seventh Decay, The Verdant End."
"So bow and show me respect," she declared, lifting her chin with all the authority her small frame could muster. Her voice teetered between mock seriousness and innocent arrogance.
’What is this?’ Vlad questioned, his eyes narrowed into slits, confusion clouding his mind as he questioned what went wrong.
Name: Velcrissa Syth’Mavet
Race: Spirit
Grade: Greater
Affinity: Poison