A Changing World - Part 5

"Reach for nothing but the gilded gold chair," Ingolsol said. There was no creature happier now than that Fragment. He desired it all. As they walked through the forest, his impulses would continually harass Oliver. Grab that beautiful flower with its purple petals, pluck it from the ground, admire it, and then crush it with your hand. And so Oliver did. Stomp in that stream, acknowledge the minnows that swim down it, and bar their path forward. Toss them from the water without further thought. And so Oliver did it.

It was a relentless path of destruction that Ingolsol didn't seem to tire of. It was the truest control that he'd ever had of Oliver's body, and it had come for the longest time. For days, the stormy green, grey and blue eyes that categorized Oliver were replaced by the solid gold of Ingolsol. All the creatures with any sort of sense fled, fearing the stampeding monster coming their way, sensing Ingolsol's malevolence.