Psilo took the collar and studied it questionably. It certainly seemed like a normal piece of leather, no harm in putting it on, Psilo thought. He fastened the collar around his neck, easily slipping the ends together into a knot."I feel... I feel... I feel stupid," Psilo said jokingly, giggling slightly. "What exactly is this supposed to - ack!" Then it hit him. A strange nausea overtook his senses and made him very ill. Psilo went to his knees and doubled over from the sickness and let loose his half digested lunch.
Coughing a little he he finally understood what had happened; it was gone! His eyes widened in fear as he laid on his back. Tears streamed down the sides of his cheeks and his mouth formed a silent scream as if to cry out in anguish. But no words could describe what he felt.
He felt like a child who couldn't find his mother or the monk who realized that his gods were false. Psilorabbit was alone. His connection to all things natural and their power was severed. For the first time in his life, his power had left him.
He might as well be dead.
