“That reminds me. Your Gems were very specific today.”
“In what way?” I eyed the free library, wondering if there were any potion books over there. Spell books were rare and hard to come by. That was why I had to see Aunt Helena at Hidden Hall A Spiritualist University and get the concoction for Oscar’s cure. I had one shot and one shot only. I brushed my hands down my apron and went back to the cauldron. There wasn’t any time to dilly dally with Raven when my heart was on the line.
My eyes zeroed in on Madame Torres. Anger was deeply rooted in my soul from her match-making skills that were not needed. I grabbed the bottle of bitter cucumber and threw it into the boiling cauldron.
“I have to think it was Darla trying to come through again.” Raven picked up different bottles and looked at the labels before setting them back on the counter. “Some sort of broken heart with a rope around it trying to keep it together with a “D” printed on it. Maybe she needs to see you?”
If only, I thought as I stirred the pot before sticking in a small piece of Blue Darlwing. Once I had overheard that, the Blue Darlwing would bring back lost powers. On second thought…I reached over and grabbed another piece.
“I think it has to do with Oscar. I’m sure she is trying to tell me to move on just like the rest of my spiritual guides.” I dismissed the forms because I wasn’t ready to give up on Oscar just yet. Haven’t they seen all of those articles that stated a person had to be ready to move on?
I was nowhere near ready.
“Could be.” Raven threw her long black hair behind her shoulder before grabbing an apron off the hook. She took the bottle of Thistle Thorax off the shelf. “Here. I heard this helped with restoration.”
She winked when I took the bottle. Without even having to tell her what I was going through, she understood.
It hadn’t always been this way with Raven. We met at the University and had an immediate distaste for one another. Her Dark-Sider ways couldn’t be trusted, and I was the Dean’s niece who had a target on her back as the “new prodigy” in the spiritual world.
Strange events brought us together and we were fortunate to realize we were more alike than not. That was when she and Faith decided to move to Whispering Falls and set up a new life since we had just become an open spiritual community.
I glanced over at her. She still had the empty look in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She shrugged, and then walked over to see what I was doing.
The liquid in the cauldron twirled, creating a mini-tornado in the air. Sparks flew up and a display of fireworks filled the space above the swirling wind before the pot completely stopped.
“That was weird.” Raven stood back. She had the ends of the apron covering her face as though she thought I was going to let something explode.
“Really? You think I’m going to blow up the place?” I asked and stirred the mix.
“Well…” she laughed, “with your history and all. But it’s not every day I see a potion made.” She did have me on that one.
“It’s not every day a man would give up his entire future for me.” My heart ached to think about what Oscar had done and that someone loved me that much. It was my duty to do everything in my power to reverse what the Elders had done to him.
“I’m sure you’re right about the image, but I wanted to make sure that I told you and let you know what I saw.” Her lips curled into a half smile. There was something telling me that she didn’t buy into my reasoning, even though she said she did.
The potion needed a little breathing room, so I walked from behind the counter. The length of the meeting would give it just enough time to settle. By that time, I’d know if it worked or didn’t.
Some chattering outside of the shop was getting louder and louder. It was almost time for the meeting. The cure was going to have to wait a little longer. Raven and I watched some
“In what way?” I eyed the free library, wondering if there were any potion books over there. Spell books were rare and hard to come by. That was why I had to see Aunt Helena at Hidden Hall A Spiritualist University and get the concoction for Oscar’s cure. I had one shot and one shot only. I brushed my hands down my apron and went back to the cauldron. There wasn’t any time to dilly dally with Raven when my heart was on the line.
My eyes zeroed in on Madame Torres. Anger was deeply rooted in my soul from her match-making skills that were not needed. I grabbed the bottle of bitter cucumber and threw it into the boiling cauldron.
“I have to think it was Darla trying to come through again.” Raven picked up different bottles and looked at the labels before setting them back on the counter. “Some sort of broken heart with a rope around it trying to keep it together with a “D” printed on it. Maybe she needs to see you?”
If only, I thought as I stirred the pot before sticking in a small piece of Blue Darlwing. Once I had overheard that, the Blue Darlwing would bring back lost powers. On second thought…I reached over and grabbed another piece.
“I think it has to do with Oscar. I’m sure she is trying to tell me to move on just like the rest of my spiritual guides.” I dismissed the forms because I wasn’t ready to give up on Oscar just yet. Haven’t they seen all of those articles that stated a person had to be ready to move on?
I was nowhere near ready.
“Could be.” Raven threw her long black hair behind her shoulder before grabbing an apron off the hook. She took the bottle of Thistle Thorax off the shelf. “Here. I heard this helped with restoration.”
She winked when I took the bottle. Without even having to tell her what I was going through, she understood.
It hadn’t always been this way with Raven. We met at the University and had an immediate distaste for one another. Her Dark-Sider ways couldn’t be trusted, and I was the Dean’s niece who had a target on her back as the “new prodigy” in the spiritual world.
Strange events brought us together and we were fortunate to realize we were more alike than not. That was when she and Faith decided to move to Whispering Falls and set up a new life since we had just become an open spiritual community.
I glanced over at her. She still had the empty look in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She shrugged, and then walked over to see what I was doing.
The liquid in the cauldron twirled, creating a mini-tornado in the air. Sparks flew up and a display of fireworks filled the space above the swirling wind before the pot completely stopped.
“That was weird.” Raven stood back. She had the ends of the apron covering her face as though she thought I was going to let something explode.
“Really? You think I’m going to blow up the place?” I asked and stirred the mix.
“Well…” she laughed, “with your history and all. But it’s not every day I see a potion made.” She did have me on that one.
“It’s not every day a man would give up his entire future for me.” My heart ached to think about what Oscar had done and that someone loved me that much. It was my duty to do everything in my power to reverse what the Elders had done to him.
“I’m sure you’re right about the image, but I wanted to make sure that I told you and let you know what I saw.” Her lips curled into a half smile. There was something telling me that she didn’t buy into my reasoning, even though she said she did.
The potion needed a little breathing room, so I walked from behind the counter. The length of the meeting would give it just enough time to settle. By that time, I’d know if it worked or didn’t.
Some chattering outside of the shop was getting louder and louder. It was almost time for the meeting. The cure was going to have to wait a little longer. Raven and I watched some
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