Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 12

NOTE! The magical properties of potions, trees, stones, flower, herbs and plants in this novel are made up and fictional.

DON’T! attempt to try them at all cost. You might summon something ^^

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Came night and when the whole village was fast asleep I packed my ferns and went out of the house with careful steps.

The air was cold and the night was dark. The only light were from the lamp post at the side of the road and from the villager’s houses.

At seven in the evening, little kids playing outside were pinched on the ears by their mothers to come inside the house to have supper. And at eight every window was shut and every gates and doors were sealed. They were night guards patrolling the vicinity but I quickly and quietly went passed them.

The guard stationed in the entrance and exit of the village was dozing off at ten and it was already near midnight. He was probably in dreamland by now.

With just the light of the two moons, I navigated my way into the forest and only inside the lush trees did I light my oil lamp. In the silent night the ferns in my hand rustled without the wind, and the noise pulled me deeper into the forest.

I passed by a ring of emerald grass that grew in the middle of the foliage illuminated by the light of the silver moon. Different colored mushrooms grew irregularly on the ring and I checked for a Barrelshroom. A large inverted mushroom that collected very pure water.

Since it didn’t rain like Dorothy desperately prayed to the Goddess so she could see Michael later in the docks, I collected the pure water from the mushroom into a flask. It’s perfect as a Moon Water since the aqua was pure and was basked under the moon for hours.

Moon Water was a must ingredient for any potion. Every liquid potion required it as an ingredient. It was ten times effective than normal water and it was simple to make.

After gathering the Moon Water, I was led by the Ferns into a large tree where other ferns grew in abundant. I laid the ferns with the others and waited in silence.

Looking over, the glimmering stars were shining down and a little winged creature was sitting on one of the branches on the tree. It looked over the distant with its tiny foot rowing back and forth.

Sprites. I thought. Most commonly known as fairies in human tongue. But I just called them little minx for they look cute but they were pranksters. The most common culprit if you found yourself lost in the forest or you suddenly found that your treasures were gone or the flocks of your hair was burnt.

But they do come in handy if you’re a witch. They could be both helpful and annoying at times.

I notice a glim at the corner of my eyes and the ferns I laid with the others were gone and in its place was a Pot of Gil.

My lips stretched in a smile and I mused to myself. ‘It always works.’ If only humans discover how easy it was to acquire gil with just a fern, no one would be poor and the nobles hierarchy would collapse with the power of money being useless.

But alas, this secret was meant to be secret for once you make a noise and tell someone about it, the Pot of Gil would turn into roaches, vipers and dirt and the Sprite that laid the money in exchange for the ferns would never help you again.

Weighing the Pot in my hands, I think it contained at least more than a thousand gil enough to buy my ingredients and materials later in town.

But as a money for travelling, I think I needed two more pots because staying in inns were rather expensive. But mostly I wanted to buy all the food I could get.

Happy and contented from the outcome of my search I retraced my steps and skidded to a stop when I heard something like rustle of leaves. There was no wind so it could either be an animal or . . .

I pulled out a silver dagger, stuff in my boots and assumed a fighting stance. I might not be a Vampire anymore but those gruesome years of training to protect myself was no joke.

I didn’t make any noise, afraid to startle the Sprites and turn my Pot of Gil into a Pot of Dung.

“. . .” My eyes shifted from left and right and a frog hopped forward from one of the bushes.

I released a silent breath and resumed my way home.

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“A witch?” Colm rose a brow. “We don’t deal with witches Lyander. They’re bad news. An omen. Nothing good comes out from associating with them.”

Lyander didn’t speak. His silver eyes followed Trinity with his fingers clutching the bark of a tree, holding himself from calling her name.

“Wait.” Colm did a twice over. His red hair tousled on his forehead at the force. “Don’t tell me she’s your mate?”

Lyander took a deep breath. “No.” His eyes shook and he hesitated before muttering, “A childhood friend of the past.”

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