95. Making A Potion

Mystery Person POV:

I hummed a broken tune as I made my way through the woods. This was my favorite part, walking alone in the most dangerous place at ungodly hours of the night.

Having power of any sorts came with some sort of invisibility that others couldn’t comprehend. I felt on top of the world. No one could see me if I didn’t want them to, or talk to me, or touch me.

It was lonely here for sure, especially since the form I had decided to take was one that wasn’t very appreciated within this particular community but I would be damned if I let it deter me. I was this close to my goal, very very close and then it would be all worth it.

Every pain, every suffering, the patience, the fails, every tears, frustration, every single thing that I went through to begin this process and see it through till this time would be worth it.

There was a time where I had been uncertain about how long it would take to finally bring my plans to fruition, there was a time where it didn’t look lik