the witches brew

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Chapter 5

Gatria paced around her hut. She was missing something. What was she missing was the question. She had finally found the spell. The spell that would make everything great again. The thing that end her misery. All she had to was find the missing piece what was it? She knew she had to have a wolf. It had to be a wolf or the spell would not work.she was quiet for a moment as she heard the village children singing. She listened in painful peace she did not want. Oh how proud and happy their parents must feel.oh how happy they must feel to watch their children grow to be able to celebrate Mart qith their children. That had to be better than watching grave after grave be dug. It had to better than watching your hope slip away piece by piece every time a small coffin sunk into the depths of the earth. It had to be better than her heart breaking over and over again.

She felt a wave of pain. She quickly slumped into a chair. Tears filled her eyes and she knew a breakdown as coming. No i cant think about them. She shot up. Grabbing salts and herbs and water that she put into a pot. Which she put over a fire she began mumbling to herself." i can get a wolf it cant be that hard the gods will show me the way theyll tell me where they are.they must." she went quiet.as she grabbed a mug and a big clay bowl along with a hugecane like stick. She used the stick to stir her mixture which was slowly begining to bowl giving of a delicous scent. This was not meant to become meal. No this was meant to help her leave the past and join those in the future 

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