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Authors: Bella Forrest
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The two women began opening up the sacks, examining their contents. One of the plants was a kind of dark green weed, another a pale blue star-shaped flower, and the third a thorny deep-purple vine.
Corrine’s eyes widened as she took in the mass of ingredients now piled up outside her front door. She blew out. “Okay… We’re going to need containers. Very big containers.”
* * *
C orrine and Dr. Finnegan quickly mixed up a potion using the new ingredients, along with an extract from the trees and the boys’ blood, and tested it on one of the Bloodless Ibrahim still had locked up in their food cellar. As soon as the creature showed signs of turning—similar positive signs that Grace had shown—we could safely conclude that the plants worked.
Xavier, my father, Ibrahim and I exited the Sanctuary and returned to the sack-strewn courtyard. As we stood together, my father gripped my shoulder as well as Xavier’s, looking us sternly in the eye.
“So you know what to do,” he said.
Xavier and I glanced at each other, then nodded.
“And you, Ibrahim and Horatio,” I said, “had better be punctual.”
“I know,” my father muttered. “I know.”
As Ibrahim vanished with my father, they were supposed to stop at the Black Heights to pick up Horatio, and then the three of them were to depart from The Shade… Leaving the rest of us to pull together the rest of the puzzle.
First, Xavier and I headed to Eli and Shayla’s apartment. We found Eli alone in his messy office. His hair was rumpled, glasses slightly askew as he slouched over his computer. He was editing footage—the footage of Grace turning into a human.
Xavier and I pulled up chairs and seated ourselves next to him, every harrowing detail playing before our eyes. This was not something that I wished to watch, but it was necessary.
“We have to trim it down so that it’s not too long, but it must be enough to prove our point,” Eli said, rubbing his forehead.
“I still worry that the broadcast station will say it’s a fake,” Xavier said, leaning forward tensely in his seat.
“Well,” Eli said, turning to us with a dark expression in his eyes, “if all goes to plan, it won’t matter.”
Bastien
V ictoria and I ended up wandering around for another hour, consistently checking in on the witches to keep up with their progress, until Mona and Brock announced—albeit with uncertain faces—that they had arrived at a solution they believed they were now ready to experiment with. Mona said that, assuming it worked as they intended, the new potion would interfere with the active nature of the elixir in a way that would smother it, rather than break it down… whatever that even meant.
Whatever the case, the idea was to dull the apparent life of the elixir—which even now seemed to have something of a life of its own, even when it sat untouched on the table top. I noticed, for instance, on approaching it, it would start to swirl a little of its own accord. Victoria confirmed her own experience with the liquid when she’d tried to ingest only a tiny drop—but found much more leaping out onto her tongue.
This apparent liveliness of the liquid was what Mona believed she needed to still.
As she finished mixing up the brown liquid in her bowl, she eyed Victoria and me nervously.
“We’ve really got to hope this doesn’t do any major damage,” she muttered as she reached for the vial.
Opening its cap, she produced a spoon before tilting it ever so gently, pouring out a small amount of elixir. Then she produced a small clean glass bowl and tipped the elixir into it.
“Everyone watch it carefully,” she said, as she set the bowl in the center of the table.
After about a minute, the small amount of elixir began to swirl in the depths of the bowl.
“So you see it moving now,” Mona said. She dipped the spoon into her brown concoction and filled it in equal measure. She tipped it into the small glass bowl along with the elixir.
We
Corrine’s eyes widened as she took in the mass of ingredients now piled up outside her front door. She blew out. “Okay… We’re going to need containers. Very big containers.”
* * *
C orrine and Dr. Finnegan quickly mixed up a potion using the new ingredients, along with an extract from the trees and the boys’ blood, and tested it on one of the Bloodless Ibrahim still had locked up in their food cellar. As soon as the creature showed signs of turning—similar positive signs that Grace had shown—we could safely conclude that the plants worked.
Xavier, my father, Ibrahim and I exited the Sanctuary and returned to the sack-strewn courtyard. As we stood together, my father gripped my shoulder as well as Xavier’s, looking us sternly in the eye.
“So you know what to do,” he said.
Xavier and I glanced at each other, then nodded.
“And you, Ibrahim and Horatio,” I said, “had better be punctual.”
“I know,” my father muttered. “I know.”
As Ibrahim vanished with my father, they were supposed to stop at the Black Heights to pick up Horatio, and then the three of them were to depart from The Shade… Leaving the rest of us to pull together the rest of the puzzle.
First, Xavier and I headed to Eli and Shayla’s apartment. We found Eli alone in his messy office. His hair was rumpled, glasses slightly askew as he slouched over his computer. He was editing footage—the footage of Grace turning into a human.
Xavier and I pulled up chairs and seated ourselves next to him, every harrowing detail playing before our eyes. This was not something that I wished to watch, but it was necessary.
“We have to trim it down so that it’s not too long, but it must be enough to prove our point,” Eli said, rubbing his forehead.
“I still worry that the broadcast station will say it’s a fake,” Xavier said, leaning forward tensely in his seat.
“Well,” Eli said, turning to us with a dark expression in his eyes, “if all goes to plan, it won’t matter.”
Bastien
V ictoria and I ended up wandering around for another hour, consistently checking in on the witches to keep up with their progress, until Mona and Brock announced—albeit with uncertain faces—that they had arrived at a solution they believed they were now ready to experiment with. Mona said that, assuming it worked as they intended, the new potion would interfere with the active nature of the elixir in a way that would smother it, rather than break it down… whatever that even meant.
Whatever the case, the idea was to dull the apparent life of the elixir—which even now seemed to have something of a life of its own, even when it sat untouched on the table top. I noticed, for instance, on approaching it, it would start to swirl a little of its own accord. Victoria confirmed her own experience with the liquid when she’d tried to ingest only a tiny drop—but found much more leaping out onto her tongue.
This apparent liveliness of the liquid was what Mona believed she needed to still.
As she finished mixing up the brown liquid in her bowl, she eyed Victoria and me nervously.
“We’ve really got to hope this doesn’t do any major damage,” she muttered as she reached for the vial.
Opening its cap, she produced a spoon before tilting it ever so gently, pouring out a small amount of elixir. Then she produced a small clean glass bowl and tipped the elixir into it.
“Everyone watch it carefully,” she said, as she set the bowl in the center of the table.
After about a minute, the small amount of elixir began to swirl in the depths of the bowl.
“So you see it moving now,” Mona said. She dipped the spoon into her brown concoction and filled it in equal measure. She tipped it into the small glass bowl along with the elixir.
We
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