CHAPTER 6
The next morning, Mykal was up early. After packing a few extra pieces of clothing, he dressed in a black pair of trousers, his cleanest, whitest tunic, and a black vest. Next, he retrieved his sword, and secured it over his shoulder and onto his back.
From his growing collection, he filled small vials with herbs, oils, roots, and samples from the different elements he had collected. He placed them in a small brown leather sack and affixed the drawstrings onto his belt. He was far from experienced as an alchemist despite numerous lessons with his mother. She’d explained each time that the ingredients combined complimented nature. Each added piece contained a specific root that went to the heart of targeted magic. Overall, it was a confusing concept. Little by little he was catc
