Polaris' Smurfy New Life/Part 7

Meanwhile, Chlorhydris continued to watch events unfold in the village through her magic telescope, relishing every moment.

"It seems that Empath's friend is now at the point of despair," she said to her pet toucan. "He doesn't seem to trust that his fellow Smurfs wouldn't harm him, and he has nowhere else to go. I think it's time that we use a little of our magic to draw him to us, so that we can use him to our own personal ends."

"That's a-how you do it," her toucan said before he let out a whistle.

She got up from her seat and headed for her spell book. "Let's see where that spell is located," she said, leafing through the pages. "Not here, not here, not here...oh, there it is, the Siren's Call. This will put a suggestion into the mind of our little friend to make him think that he's going to return home, that his own people will receive him back safe and sound...though little knowing that it will draw him directly to me." She then recited the spell's chant.

Siren's call, voice of the mist, Allure our victim with the lying kiss. Draw him hither to hell's dark room; Let him not know the path of his doom.

As she recited the spell, tendrils of a dark purple mist rose up into the night air, reaching out from the windows of her observatory and drifting through the trees of the forest, actively seeking the spell's prey. It had reached the infirmary of the Smurf Village, where Polaris was lying asleep on a bed. The mist entered into his nostrils, where he began to hear the voice of one sounding so familiar enter into his head. "Polaris Psyche, designation K-1124."

Polaris sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes flashing open. "Psyche Master?" he called out.

"You must return to your true home in Psychelia, for it is there that you will be complete," the voice continued to speak.

"This one acknowledges, Psyche Master," Polaris said, picking himself up out of bed and following the sound of the voice toward its origin point.

To be expanded on.