Novel & Cerita Iron Skin Potion

Burdak said it clearly, he isn't looking at Randu, his eyes are looking straight at the sky, there is only one star that he could see, it looked like the sky is cloudy tonight. Hearing what Burdak had just said, Randu sat up straighter. So there really is.. such a potion. "What? What kind of potion is that?” "Hmm.. if I'm not mistaken, the ingredients are some purple leaves which if I'm not mistaken the name is Wiyoon, then some snake's blood with its heart, then burnt frog meat, to make the aroma better... you can use some jasmine leaves." Just hearing that Randu wanted to throw up, she can't do that, drinking such a potion for a week… he'd better kill herself.

After about two minutes, she brought out a small bottle of glimmering blue liquid with sparkles of silver embedded in it. "What is that?" I asked as I swallowed in saliva. She didn't reply me. Rather, she poured half of the shimmering substance into his mouth. Then she ripped off a part of her shirt and tied it around his belly. "What did you do?" I asked. "What is that thing you gave him?" She sat beside him. "This is the rarest potion to find in the entire world and this particular one is the last of it." She rose it up to meet the sun rays from the window and the light scattered all over. "It is known as Dragon's Breath."

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

She handed a small, wooden stirring rod to the boy from Obsidian Peak. "Mix it until it turns the color of a bruised plum," Sienna told him, guiding his hand. "The winter-rose brings essential moisture back to the dead tissue. The pine oil allows that moisture to penetrate the barrier of the skin, and the iron-root stops the underlying muscle from contracting and forming restrictive scar tissue." The boy stirred the mixture diligently. His eyes widened with awe as the contrasting colors blended into a rich, fragrant, deeply restorative salve. "Thank you, Arbiter."

“You say this will work better?” Another voice joined in. “Yes your highness, the first potion is beginning to wane in its effectiveness. Perhaps when she was small it was enough but now we need to consider the long road ahead. This potion is stronger and we pierce her ears with blessed silver hoops and seal them closed where they may not be removed.” “Silver but ..it thought that was toxic to them” The other voice chuckled. “No your majesty, an old wives tale it merely acts as a collar of sorts to suppress the more violent streaks.”

This is not good. My body starts to burn up and I feel as if I am on fire. I groan and throw up on a near-empty stomach. He feeds me yet another potion and I end up hiccupping non-stop with this one. It’s not working either. “This one, this one will surely work!” Diego says. He takes a neon pink potion in his hands and nods feverishly at himself. Then, he pours out the liquid and tells me to open my mouth. The liquid bubbles suspiciously at the brim and my brows furrow. Does he even know what he's doing?

I had shown them who I was. Back in my room, I looked at my hands. They had made the fire. They had hurt those girls. The hands shook a little, but I didn't care. I needed to be stronger. I took out the old dragon book Eren got for me. I looked for a special potion. A "Fortification Draught." The book said it would make me and my dragon one. I got all my hidden plants and herbs. I mixed them in a small bowl. The liquid turned dark red and shiny. It smelled like smoke and strength.

"Sanguis vetus, vita nova, ex umbris ad lucem revoca." "Per potentiam sanguinis et terrae, confringere vincula mortis." As the final words left Alisha's lips, the old witch took a massive iron spoon. She dipped it deep into the cauldron and scooped up the glowing, crimson potion. With a swift movement, she poured it directly over the decayed skeleton’s skull. Immediately the potion touched the body, the reaction was absolutely terrifying. The skeleton began bubbling hard as the liquid sizzled against the dry bone structure.

“That sounds like your problem, not mine. I’m not the one desperately trying to get noticed by a girl—let alone a human.” I stepped closer. “Don’t play games with me, Melinda.” She smiled, slowly. “And don’t think you can give her the liquid just like that.” I stared at her. “What?” She narrowed her eyes, lips twisting in amusement. “You always this impatient? If you want answers, stop yelling and listen.” I exhaled roughly, nostrils flaring. “Then talk.” She walked around me, slowly, like a predator circling prey. “The potion has to be mixed with blood. That’s what activates it. Like, um.. brewed into a bop tea.."

“Fuck! No one tells you about that lingering throbbing pain from it.” “Iron?” my eyes went wide, “Hectyr, you need help!” quickly i rushed around to his back and saw a small trail of blood starting to trickle downward on his shirt. Iron won’t heal. It will sap his magic until it kills him. “I’m guessing you’re aware of what iron does to a fae?” He coughed trying to move his other hand to that wound on his back. I nodded but only because my words were finding it difficult to escape my mouth. Shaking my head I tried to clear the muddied panic, “It needs to come out.”