Ada sat at her desk, eyebrows knit tightly together, hands folded neatly under her chin. She sighed heavily to herself as the clock chimed the hour. It was late, yet she had found herself unable to sleep with the unsettling feeling that she was forgetting something quite important…
Ada rummaged noisily through cabinet drawers until she found the small glass bottle she was looking for. The yellowed label was barely legible with age, but she recognized her scrawled cursive writing all the same: Remembering Powder.
"Ah, here we are," she hummed to herself.
Sprinkling a small amount of powder into her hand, she shrugged slightly as she breathed deeply, allowing the powder to engulf her senses. As memories fresh and old came flooding back to her, Ada felt a stirring low in her belly as one particular image played again and again in her mind's eye. She released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding as her hands quavered.
"Oh, Hecate…"
To be continued