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Day 14: Possession
Week 2: Complete!

A pair of red eyes flashed in front of the Wind Archer's forest-colored eyes.
"Just give up, Windy!" the old enchantress taunted, "you know as well as I do everyone has a dark side. Everyone."
One of her servants huffed and looked the other way.
"I'd never surrender to a cookie like you!" Wind Archer snapped back, "I'm too pure to fall under your spell! The voice of the Millennial Tree told me so!"
"Again with the damned tree nonsense?! Give it a rest."
The archer readied his bow, aiming an arrow at the enchantress's throat. His hands were shaking, blood was leaking from his forehead. His leafy hair covered his cracked gem, not allowing anyone to see his source of life was fading from him.
"You're a fighter," the enchantress pushed the arrow downward, "that's alright, I like a bit of a challenge."
Without warning, a hand grasped the archer's face. He was staring into the eyes of the dark enchantress, with no way to turn his head or blink. The enchantress's eyes flashed, then a dark fog entered the archer's mouth.
He kicked her away, coughing up a storm. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he screeched, "WHAT HAVE YOU POLLUTED MY LUNGS WITH?!"
The hand he pointed at her was drastically different from before. His skin turned a dusty lavender and his arms grew dark violet feathers.
"No....I must fight it...I WON'T LET IT CONTROL ME!"

Cookie Run by Devsisters, Prompt by SpringyTrapper

Description
Day 14: Possession
Week 2: Complete!

A pair of red eyes flashed in front of the Wind Archer's forest-colored eyes.
"Just give up, Windy!" the old enchantress taunted, "you know as well as I do everyone has a dark side. Everyone."
One of her servants huffed and looked the other way.
"I'd never surrender to a cookie like you!" Wind Archer snapped back, "I'm too pure to fall under your spell! The voice of the Millennial Tree told me so!"
"Again with the damned tree nonsense?! Give it a rest."
The archer readied his bow, aiming an arrow at the enchantress's throat. His hands were shaking, blood was leaking from his forehead. His leafy hair covered his cracked gem, not allowing anyone to see his source of life was fading from him.
"You're a fighter," the enchantress pushed the arrow downward, "that's alright, I like a bit of a challenge."
Without warning, a hand grasped the archer's face. He was staring into the eyes of the dark enchantress, with no way to turn his head or blink. The enchantress's eyes flashed, then a dark fog entered the archer's mouth.
He kicked her away, coughing up a storm. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he screeched, "WHAT HAVE YOU POLLUTED MY LUNGS WITH?!"
The hand he pointed at her was drastically different from before. His skin turned a dusty lavender and his arms grew dark violet feathers.
"No....I must fight it...I WON'T LET IT CONTROL ME!"

Cookie Run by Devsisters, Prompt by SpringyTrapper