You walk into Calypso’s tent, expecting to find her inside and ready to read your fortune. However, she isn’t anywhere to be seen.
Are you lost, mon chè? Found something that you’d have been better off leaving alone?
With a groan, you turn around to face the Voodoo Child, who smiles at you.
That was how I felt when I first discovered an old tome. It was a book of magic that contained many of the spells and potions that I use to this very day. I was drawn in by the words and passages contained within.
I ended up losing myself to it for a while. I couldn’t put the book down without feeling something compelling me to pick it back up. I was in danje of becoming a slave to the lwa contained within.
Mama Calypso smiles, snapping her fingers to summon the aforementioned book into her hands.
But in the end, I wouldn’t allow myself to become a mindless servant. I embraced the magic spells contained within and cast out the lwa that tried to possess me. I managed to regain control of myself and become the powerful sorcerer you see before you.
She hands you the book, opening it to a page containing the image of a person that looks eerily similar to someone on the OSW roster.
The same cannot be said about Lutherian Locke. He too is in danje of losing himself to a lwa. I’d pitye him had he not brought it upon himself.
He claims to have found a puzzle box somewhere in Arcadia. Mouns with common sense would ignore it, continuing with their day.
Not Lutherian, non. Either oblivious to the konsekans or curious of the contents within, he picks up the box. As a result, he became the target of the wrath of the lwa within.
She laughs to herself.
His inyorans has punished him severely. Having spent most of his life fighting for control of his body, Locke now searches for someone capable of killing the lwa within and giving him full control of his body.
If you ask me, he’s fighting a war he is destined to lose. The lwa has proven itself to be a powerful entity that can alter his personality and force him to perform actions he normally wouldn’t do. At this stage, if he wants to kill it, he would be killing himself too.
You look up from the book to ask if there’s a way to save him without murdering him, but she tuts and shakes her head in response.
Pè non. He lacks the inner strength to rid himself of the lwa. Nobody else has the power to banish it while he’s alive but himself. I give him a matter of days before the lwa assumes full control over his body and he becomes a prisoner of his mind.
This is the only way now, and I shine to it, Captain Arcadia. Much like I shine to one other thing… his soul.
You sigh as you close the book, looking at your heroic reflection the mirror on the cover presents you.