Hello loved ones :)
No I did not forget about this story. I just really didn't know how to continue it *cries*
And maybe because it's coming to an end and I didn't want it to end so I am just taking my time with these guys...
Anyways - sorry for the wait! it's a double update today.
Happy reading,
Love, Eh.
During the next following days, boxes, and vials, of foul smelling ingredients arrived at the tower.
The smell was so repulsive, even Ariel who usually simply ignored what happened inside the tower had to acknowledge it. The smell was a combination between the sewers and cat litter…
Chester was always in the kitchen, or the makeshift lab. Absorbed in whatever he was trying to make or create, he would stay there for hours, sometimes not coming out for a whole day. Clashes and puffs would come out of the room often, as well as yelps when something obviously went wrong.
She was told that after he had completed what he was going to do (she has no idea what he was saying – but then really she never paid attention), Ariel would be sent to another place, to serve her real purpose. When Chester said it, he had sparkles in his eyes, making them glow even more in the gloomy dark tower.
He mentioned something about getting her returning to what she was originally, rather than trying to get to become a mermaid… What else did he say? Ariel couldn't really remember. She crawled towards the fireplace, hoping the smell of burnt wood would take away the foul smell of whatever Chester ordered that came in little boxes.
Chester's packages were expensive, though smelly. The ingredients were wrapped in paper, then put in a jar, which was wrapped in paper again – then with some cotton-y cushion, then finally put inside the sturdy looking box. The ingredients must have been rare and expensive and possibly very extraordinary, to receive such delicate treatment.
Peeling the brown wrapping paper from the vial of mysterious ingredients, Chester proceeded with his masterpiece.
Adding a little bit of this… Chester tipped out the ingredients inside the vials. On the table were some moss green and brown coloured shakes. Although of dull colour, the shakes seem to have glitter in it, silently sparkling as if some magician had forgotten his pack of fairy dust and spilled it all over it.
"Vale deer antlers scatterings, 8 teaspoons." Chester chanted to himself, picking up a silver teaspoon and dropping the ingredients to a larger black witch boiling pot. Inside the pot was already some lavender coloured substance, bubbling with anticipation and impatience.
"Next…" He picked up another vial. Inside it was a single white pearl that shown with icy blue light.
"One Dragon-tear Pearl," The small white pearl slipped into the solution. The originally lavender solution suddenly changed colours, into a deep sapphire blue. The smells no longer foul, but rather refreshing.
Chester grinned satisfactorily.
Maybe he'll capture a dragon next time, one of those dragons that cry these beautiful pearls. Their magical value is very high. God knows how much he spent on this one single pearl. If the teardrops of this dragon were already so valuable, who knows what the actual dragon will bring him?
Chester slipped the last of the crocodile webbing he previously chopped up into the black boiling pot. Stirring it clockwise three times, then anti-clockwise two times as the book had instructed, Chester waited for the solution to cool.
After the solution cools, there only one last step. Although Chester didn't know much about potions, he knew that the last step is always the most critical in creating any potion. It is what breathes the magic into the potion, and what makes the potion possible. All the other ingredients, no matter how expensive or rare, are always just there to compliment this last one.
God knows how much money, and how long it took him to find that last ingredient. Apparently, it used to grow everywhere, and was available within anyone's reach, but now it has become extinct because of human's desire to use it for greedy purposes.
Such a particular thing, this one special spice. It's almost as if it's alive, and can hide from the predators and hunters.
Now, only those who risk their life and devote their hearts purely to it can find and reach it. And those who do, tend not sell it. It was almost like a token of some sort, to prove to the world that he deserved this thing, that he gave up everything for this thing.
Stupid human beliefs, thought Chester as he lazily unwrapped the brown tough paper. It took Chester a lot of persuasion, even a little bit of threatening, to gain this ingredient, and to be honest, Chester wasn't sure if this was worth it.
"If it wasn't become I had to have this in the potion," He thought aloud, "or even because I am such a hopeless sap when it comes to her…" He threw the unneeded package into the fireplace, "who would spend so much time on a stupid plant?"
And even then, the original owner and now seller of it made Chester promise not to use it to do any bad. According to the owner, this is something of ultimate pure-ness and beauty, and nothing must taint it.
It gives the most powerful magic of all.
Chester snorted. What a bunch of bullshit. Sure, he had acquired the most powerful spice of all, but it could do was make Ariel return to mermaid form. Sure, the spice can battle time and make reversal happen.
But nothing, can ever battle death.
Chester mumbled something that sounded like an angry hiss, and returned back into the kitchen to complete his potion, with the useless spice in his hand.
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