The Story Teller's Review

As the traveler ran he looked at Krystal and mumbled “You will do nicely” before returning to his village.

The village was hidden deep in a forest. When the traveler reached the village he was greeted with “guys, Felix is back!” or “is that what I think it is?” but the traveler-Felix?- just ignored them and kept walking. He walked into a small cottage, and placed Krystal on a wooden pedestal decorated with carvings depicting ancient gods and devils, angels and demons. Then left.

The next day Felix returned to the pedestal and took Krystal. As he walked through the village, people dressed in long, red, robes silently formed two single file lines behind Felix. Every one followed Felix to an open field, and formed a circle around a wooden chair, and started murmuring. The murmurs grew louder, they grew to shouts but were still inaudible. As the townsfolk shouted, a man dressed in a brown robe who had his arms tied down at his sides was being carried to the chair by two townsfolk. The man struggled against the strength of the two men and the rope. The man dressed in brown was placed in the chair and tied to it. Felix walked up with Krystal in his hands, he placed Krystal on the man’s face. The townsfolk’s shouts became words they started chanting “per-fect-ion, per-fect-ion” repeatedly. Felix slowly drew a knife out of his satchel, he raised it high an then pulled it down to the man. as the knife plunged toward the man, Krystal’s eyes started to glow, and the man stopped struggling, all of a sudden the man’s hand reached to grab the knife, snapping the rope and sending him and the chair plunging down a hill. At the bottom Krystal looked at Felix, Felix was walking away, leaving Krystal alone.