14 Years Earlier
Unknown POV
The cottage swelled deliciously with the heat from my freshly lit fire. I sat back and reread my grimoire for the potion I needed to make. Time was ticking by slowly and the few potions I had to make for the humans were all I needed to do before I called it quits for the day. I needed to finish these, but I was tired; I hated doing such trivial things, but my small income I used for daily living had stopped with the turn of the weather. Supernatural’s avoid coming close with the treacherous snowstorms that make them lose their sense of direction, so I head down the mountain to the local human towns. I was rich, but that required me to make a trip I didn’t want to take any time soon.
I glanced up at my fire to see if I could start on the easier potions. Slowl
