The fire flames crackled as they consumed the fragrant leaves of Rosemary. Hagatha’s fingers toyed with the red flames of magic that danced through them. She was completely focused on her spells.
“Brennus!” she called out, summoning him. He flew over, handing her the exact potion needed to complete her incantation.
A droplet of the potion fell into the fire. The flames spiraled wildly, with an explosion in the air. A triangular shape with eyes in it began to take form within the fire. A devilish visage was etched into its sockets.
“I knew it!” She muttered, irritation flashing by the centurial mark set in the air.
“I need to leave again. This place was such a good hideout. Why can’t they just stop hunting me?” She grumbled, hastily stowing her potions into an old weathered suitcase.
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