17 - M E S S A G E

➳ Pernwél

The little cabin of Grandma Rose filled up with thick smoke, it billowed from the cauldron the moment the orb touched the contents. Our vision was obscured slightly as the orb bobbed up and down in the purplish clouds.

The scrolls of the ancient artifacts had described and identified the potion we were brewing, the smoke was supposed to be this color, so that was a good sign. The journal chronicled every orb ever made, describing its uses and how to unlock what was within.

I had no clue what would happen next or what I was doing. I tried to recall every little detail from the instructions, hoping I had got it right. I fiddled with my fingers, clutching onto the brim of the wooden table.

As the smoke kept frothing and spilling out of the cauldron,