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Odin calmly. “Once I am relieved, I will go investigate what has happened to Loka Tattur. Ethan, this is very important — I do not know what repercussions there may be to an untrained person binding with an Oroborus. It is very possible that you will no longer recognize the way I act. But whatever happens, you must convince me to send you quickly. Do you understand?”
    Ethan nodded.
    “You too, Auren — it may take both of you to convince me.” Odin stared at the Faryndon boy intently, until he received a nod from him as well. “Use whatever resources you can obtain — do whatever’s necessary to get that alchemist back here — I will not be able to hold out for long. And remember … the alchemist you will be searching for is a woman living in King’s Point … got it?”
    “Got it,” replied Ethan and Auren in unison.
    “Good, now if you would please move from the chair, I will try and start the binding. Good luck, you two.”
    Ethan went and stood next to Auren, still in the comfy chair but now wide awake. Odin sat on the magical chair and leaned toward Dimon. Ethan was very interested to know how the binding would work, but then realized that Odin probably did not know himself. Odin pulled back his robe and held out his crippled hand to Dimon. Ethan had never seen his caretaker’s hand this close before. It looked weathered and disease-ridden, with black veins that ran from his forearm and into the sickly-looking appendage. Odin painfully outstretched his stiff fingers and held his palm out to Dimon.
    “I bind with you, creature; born of the first, master of the seven, and servant to none.” As Odin spoke, Dimon examined the withered hand. The creature waited for Odin to finish speaking before biting into the extended palm. The bottom fangs sank deep into their target, Odin’s wrist, and the top fangs perforated the flesh of his palm.
    Ethan and Auren suddenly felt woozy. Auren sank into the cushions of the comfy chair and attempted to retain the pumpkin spice cake he had inhaled earlier. Ethan grabbed the side of Auren’s chair as the room started to spin. The Oroborus had not bitten either one of the boys, yet they both felt as if their feet no longer made contact with the floor. Flashes of light, originating from the chair, came and went. For a brief moment, Ethan thought he was seeing an amalgamation of both huts at the same time. He felt as if he was somehow being wrenched in half — or was in both huts simultaneously. He focused on the floor to try and keep things still, but as he did he found himself looking up at the ceiling. The entire ordeal was a shock to his body. He strained to view Odin through the chaos, but lost him in the bedlam of madness inside the alchemist’s hut. His eyesight faded and his hearing drifted away.

Chapter 3
The Two Sides of Odin
    Everything was still in the old hut of Wegnel the alchemist. Ethan’s vision and hearing started to return to him; he was waking up. A sick smell of cream and fig filled Ethan’s nose as he pushed himself off the floor. The young alchemist snapped to his senses, and just as quickly as the dizzy feeling had started up, it was gone.
    “I found the bucket,” moaned Auren, looking paler than ever. “I think we should wait outside the hut next time someone decides to bind with Dimon,” he added with a weak chuckle.
    “Agreed,” replied Ethan, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the magic chair and realized it was empty. He stood up with a groan and glanced at Auren, who was still rooted in the comfy chair with the cream- and fig-filled bucket on his lap. “So you felt that too?” asked Ethan.
    “If you mean the spinning, and the up … and down … and up … and down,” replied Auren sarcastically. He suddenly stopped his rant, feeling it would only make him sick again. “Yeah — I felt it.” He saw Ethan looking at the magic chair. “I thought he wasn’t supposed to go anywhere.”
    “He didn’t,” said Ethan, pointing under