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Molly groaned. Her eyes were too heavy to open, her head was pounding and she felt as if all energy had gone on vacation without her. Most memories of the night prior had already slipped away from her completely. She could only really remember Kathy and Selena forcefully convince her to take a few sips of the liquid.

She yawned; it was one of them long yawns that seemed to go on forever, until she was nearly out of breath. When she opened her eyes they stretched a lot wider than usual as she gasped in disbelief. She had no idea where she was. It appeared to be someone's house, but none that she'd been in before. The place was a mess; crumpled pieces of yellowed paper were strewn across the hard wooden floor as well as various books and other little trinkets.

She was too tired to take in every little detail, and she was slightly frightened by the fact that she was clueless to her whereabouts. She moved her attention to where she was positioned. She was lying on the floor, multiple blankets stuffed underneath her as a substitute mattress. The blanket covering her was thin, and almost see-through; good thing it was summer, or she would have been half frozen to death! A cream coloured pillow lay where her head had just been resting.

She gulped as she finally began to realise what was going on. Had she been abducted? Surely no one on this island would do such a thing; the place was so tranquil and cheerful that the elderly citizen's would probably have a heart attack if they heard such outrageous news.

"You are…awake." A strangely familiar voice pointed out, and her head spun around fast to see the speaker.

"You!" She accused, abruptly standing up, the blanket sliding off of her in the process. Her clothes were creased and rucked up from lying down in them, but she didn't even notice. "What is…What is all of this?" Molly demanded before the Wizard had a chance to reply. His eyes were beginning to annoy her. The way he was looking at her was similar to the way one would look at a child. If there was one trait she hated with a passion it was frequently acting in a condescending manner.

The man simply raised his finger calmly to his lips in reply to her anger, signalling silence. "I…have a request." He said finally, with the same long pause between words. Molly was beginning to wonder if he'd received proper education; just how long had he been cooped up in this house? Perhaps a speech therapist was called for in his situation.

"Well, say it then. I should leave." Molly snapped. She had grown unforgiving since their last encounter when she had spent ages trying to hammer the door down, only for him to curtly tell her to make less noise. She waited for his reply, her arms crossed stiffly. She had no idea what it could be.

"Don't…Mention me to…Anyone else." This caught her off guard. I she was expecting something, it certainly wasn't this. She gulped, he was being suspicious. What if he was a wanted criminal? Who didn't want to be discovered? She silently edged her way towards the door, taking little steps in the hope that he wouldn't notice. She was starting to panic.

Thoughts rushed through her minds like speeding cars; she couldn't seem to hold onto any of them, new ones just seemed to replace them too quickly until they were just a scrambled mess. The man was standing not far away from her, next to a small table with what seemed to be a giant marble, or so it seemed. He'd come down from the stairs in the corner from what she saw. Where they led she was unsure.

"A-And, why i-is that?" She finally managed to stutter nervously, adding in a forced chuckle for effect, which just sounded awkward.

Wizard remained silent, just staring at her with those piercing eyes, the yellow one equipped with a special edge. Molly closed her eyes tensely. He wasn't replying. Oh god, it must be what she feared; maybe he was a murderer? Or something else. She blushed, shaking her head to herself. She wouldn't let someone do anything like that to her. She was strong. She'd put up a fight. Maybe if it came to it she could resort to her teeth.

"I just…Want peace." Wizard announced finally, sitting down on a small stool at the just as small table. "Since…I met you, three people…Have heard….about or seen me." He confirmed.

"Three? But I only told Kathy!" Molly protested in defence aggressively. Wizard shook his head,

"I…had to speak…To two men when I…Bought you here." This was a shock to her. She hadn't considered how she'd ended up at his house. All sorts of strange ideas filled her mind and she found herself staring at him in accusation. What if he'd done something to her while she was unconscious?

"Why did you take me here, anyway?" Molly asked, desperate to keep calm. She didn't know him; picking a fight with a possibly dangerous stranger wasn't a sensible idea, even dense, playful Molly was aware of that.

"…That's all." Wizard told he calmly, as if she was expected to know that already. This angered her for some reason; does this mean all of her fear was for nothing? All of her worry?

"You mean to tell me that you brought me to your house just to tell me not to mention you to anyone?" She paused for a breath but continued before Wizard could interrupt, "What's the point anyway if you had to meet people to find me! I. Don't. Get it!"

"Well…There is…Another reason I brought you here."

"Oh?" This sparked some curiosity in her, and she took a step closer to hear better. She was starting to feel more at ease. She had probably just been over-reacting- if this was that man's house that meant she was in the middle of town. If he starting acting strange in any way, she could just scream.

"I want you…To meet an acquaintance of mine. . .Well….Perhaps she is best described as…an enemy." Molly raised an eyebrow at his words. "I…Need her to make…A potion for me…Now that…I've been discovered." He finished finally, staring at Molly.

"Um, good for you." Molly commented awkwardly, not getting quite what he was saying. Potion? What? She felt she'd rather not ask about that. There were sane people, and there were insane people on the planet.

"She…Would never make a potion…For me. But…Maybe if she was friends with…Someone."

"Oh." She was beginning to catch the gist of what he was saying. He wanted her to meet his random friend and get to know her. No way in hell. He'd pretty much kidnapped her just for this? Why did she care about it? She wanted to get out of that house. She didn't want to meet him again. He was weird, possibly unsafe; rumours might also spread, which would be a bad sign. "What does this potion do, anyway?" She asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Remove Unnecessary things…From their memories." Wizard explained vacantly. He wasn't getting impatient in anyway, which was impressive. Although he wasn't going to be compared to a saint anytime soon.

Molly widened her eyes. Maybe she was crazy for believing it could work in the first place, maybe she was just as insane as him. But if it was true…Then that would mean that all rumours would be gone, too? She considered this for a second before making up her mind.
"Okay."