Merlin’s and Hades’ continued magic to keep the portal open works perfectly fine most of the time. But dreams and nightmares don’t always play well together-- and on occasion, a small bubble of strange intent forms and releases a curse on the unsuspecting inhabitants.
In the wee morning hours of the 15th, Apprentices will feel a prickle along the back of their neck that might make their hair stand on end. The curse has begun.
When You Call My Name( break out yer cone brassieres )