Chapter 25 by mask

Did it work?

Yes but no... (The lich held on)

The form of the Squirmy queen is gone. The lake still.

But the magic which binds your tail to the raft is still there. And you feel bony fingers grasp your dorsal fin in a vice like grip. A light weight on your back and course cloth on your bare skin.

The Lich had grasped hold of you and resisted being washed away.

"Mind link"

Once again the sensation of something worming into your brain invades your perception. You arch your back, not sparing a thought for the light weight of the undead sliding off your shoulders. You bare your teeth and flare your ear fins, but this time the mental attack is not fought off so easily, it crawls deeper and deeper into your mind. You flare you're gills but it seems to do nothing.

You grab your head with webbed hands. You need to do something, Intuitively you feel the spell had reached it's destination and was tying the metaphorical noose.

You feel the awareness of a foreign mind slowly connect to your own.

The Lich, you need to interrupt it's spell like you had done all the other time.

You're going to send a water miss-

"YAhh." You yelp, your mind suddenly goes blank, as it is suddenly dominated by a foreign sensation.

The sensation comes again and you moan. and it rushes up your spine in a rush of tingles from just behind your dorsal fin.

The lich, just like you, had interrupted your spell casting. But it had done it by shoving it's emaciated hand down your blow hole.

The hand twists and you whimper, while flopping face down onto the raft's wood.

The mind link clicks into place.