The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive, a thin, wiry man already half dead.
This time they tied him to a tree, but as weak and mortally wounded as he already was, his knees gave and he collapsed against the rope, his head dangling heavily, like a ripe fruit about to drop.
“Again,” the lieutenant said.
The conjurer lifted his hands and began chanting. The vines moved forward as before, this time faster and all around the man, reaching up to his face. The man’s eyes popped open. He gasped, and as he did, hundreds of white flowers spontaneously blossomed.
“Morning Glories!” he cried, rising, steady and strong, to his feet.
The flowers grew larger, reaching their petals out as if to embrace him. They pulled his body into their folds, and then as as quickly as they had moved against him, the vines drew back down to the ground and the flowers receded. The man was gone.
Mondays Finish the Story: 100-150 words; use the image and the opening sentence.