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watched with bated breath as a small hiss emanated from the bowl, followed by a small stream of smoke.
Mona kept it completely still for the next three minutes before she dipped the spoon in and mixed it more thoroughly together.
She removed the spoon, and we continued to stare at it.
Slowly, the mixture became still—recovering from Mona’s stirring—but it did not begin to move again afterward, as the elixir on its own would have done. Not even the slightest bit of movement.
She picked up the bowl again and sniffed it, her nose curling. Brock sniffed it too.
“What are you thinking?” he asked his mother.
“I… I’m not sure,” she replied, setting it still again on the table. “But it does seem like we’ve arrived at something. The only way to really know, of course, is to mix up the whole lot. I’ve only taken a tiny fraction of the vial’s liquid so far. We now need to combine everything in the vial with our own liquid in equal measure.”
She hesitated.
“What?” Victoria asked.
Mona shook her head. “I’m nervous about this.”
If she was nervous, then Victoria and I definitely should be, given that we were directly in line to be affected if something went wrong. But I could hardly bring myself to feel afraid or nervous in the slightest. If anything, I just felt impatient now. I wanted Mona to mix it all together so we could see what happened. I hated all this suspense.
“I suggest we go outside for this,” Mona said. “Then we can witness what’s going on as it’s happening.”
“It’ll be instant?” Victoria asked.
Mona clenched her jaw. “We’ll see.”
Brock carried the elixir, while Mona carried the brown substance. We headed by foot out of the mountain and approached the clearing, our eyes settling on the frustrated line of Mortclaws. The sun had reached them by now in their corner, and I imagined they were feeling incredibly hot and bothered. But this was a small punishment for all the lives and families they’d torn apart.
As they noticed us approach, they began to cause a ruckus again—most audibly, my mother. Demanding that they be freed, some even had the gall to threaten us. Not exactly the best strategy, given that Mona had the ability to keep them frozen as statues for as long as she felt like it.
We approached within six feet of them, where Mona and Brock paused. They set the two containers of liquid on the ground and knelt on the grass before them. I didn’t miss the slight unsteadiness to Mona’s hand as she unscrewed the vial. Given that the brown mixture’s container was much larger, it seemed that she was going to tip all the elixir into it.
“You guys ready?” she muttered.
Ready for what? We had no idea. Victoria clutched my hand, even as we both said, “Yes.”
“Just do it,” I encouraged her.
“What are you doing?” Sendira shrilled.
What should have been done a long time ago , I felt like replying, but I bit my tongue. Mona needed to concentrate.
In one swift motion, she tipped the entirety of the vial into the brown substance and began to mix it rapidly. My hand around Victoria’s tightened as a thin veil of smoke began to emanate from it, which soon became thick.
As five minutes passed, the Mortclaws grew more and more agitated to know what we were doing. Then, after ten minutes, they began to let out piercing howls. Their eyeballs bulged and if they had been able to move their bodies, I was sure that they would be thrashing about on the ground.
“Stop! Stop!” came the growls.
Then I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. Gripping Victoria’s hand hard, I looked nervously at her.
“You feel anything?” I asked.
She clutched her forehead with her other hand. “Kind of dizzy,” she murmured. Her forehead was breaking out in a sweat. My head felt hot, too.
I hoped the nausea would subside, and we wouldn’t develop any worse symptoms.
The witches had risen to their feet by now, leaving the concoction on the ground, still
Mona kept it completely still for the next three minutes before she dipped the spoon in and mixed it more thoroughly together.
She removed the spoon, and we continued to stare at it.
Slowly, the mixture became still—recovering from Mona’s stirring—but it did not begin to move again afterward, as the elixir on its own would have done. Not even the slightest bit of movement.
She picked up the bowl again and sniffed it, her nose curling. Brock sniffed it too.
“What are you thinking?” he asked his mother.
“I… I’m not sure,” she replied, setting it still again on the table. “But it does seem like we’ve arrived at something. The only way to really know, of course, is to mix up the whole lot. I’ve only taken a tiny fraction of the vial’s liquid so far. We now need to combine everything in the vial with our own liquid in equal measure.”
She hesitated.
“What?” Victoria asked.
Mona shook her head. “I’m nervous about this.”
If she was nervous, then Victoria and I definitely should be, given that we were directly in line to be affected if something went wrong. But I could hardly bring myself to feel afraid or nervous in the slightest. If anything, I just felt impatient now. I wanted Mona to mix it all together so we could see what happened. I hated all this suspense.
“I suggest we go outside for this,” Mona said. “Then we can witness what’s going on as it’s happening.”
“It’ll be instant?” Victoria asked.
Mona clenched her jaw. “We’ll see.”
Brock carried the elixir, while Mona carried the brown substance. We headed by foot out of the mountain and approached the clearing, our eyes settling on the frustrated line of Mortclaws. The sun had reached them by now in their corner, and I imagined they were feeling incredibly hot and bothered. But this was a small punishment for all the lives and families they’d torn apart.
As they noticed us approach, they began to cause a ruckus again—most audibly, my mother. Demanding that they be freed, some even had the gall to threaten us. Not exactly the best strategy, given that Mona had the ability to keep them frozen as statues for as long as she felt like it.
We approached within six feet of them, where Mona and Brock paused. They set the two containers of liquid on the ground and knelt on the grass before them. I didn’t miss the slight unsteadiness to Mona’s hand as she unscrewed the vial. Given that the brown mixture’s container was much larger, it seemed that she was going to tip all the elixir into it.
“You guys ready?” she muttered.
Ready for what? We had no idea. Victoria clutched my hand, even as we both said, “Yes.”
“Just do it,” I encouraged her.
“What are you doing?” Sendira shrilled.
What should have been done a long time ago , I felt like replying, but I bit my tongue. Mona needed to concentrate.
In one swift motion, she tipped the entirety of the vial into the brown substance and began to mix it rapidly. My hand around Victoria’s tightened as a thin veil of smoke began to emanate from it, which soon became thick.
As five minutes passed, the Mortclaws grew more and more agitated to know what we were doing. Then, after ten minutes, they began to let out piercing howls. Their eyeballs bulged and if they had been able to move their bodies, I was sure that they would be thrashing about on the ground.
“Stop! Stop!” came the growls.
Then I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. Gripping Victoria’s hand hard, I looked nervously at her.
“You feel anything?” I asked.
She clutched her forehead with her other hand. “Kind of dizzy,” she murmured. Her forehead was breaking out in a sweat. My head felt hot, too.
I hoped the nausea would subside, and we wouldn’t develop any worse symptoms.
The witches had risen to their feet by now, leaving the concoction on the ground, still
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