The next few days are terrifying as I struggle through the forest, trying to find someone who can help me.
Finally, I reach the small gathering of witches, sorcerers, and other magical folks that keep their distance while being the hot spot for people who need that extra help.
It has a cute charm to it, where psychics offer to read fortunes, there are shops for doing magic, and other wares I wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.
I’m looking for one thing in particular though.
I go straight into the potions shop.
The woman running it is kind of intimidating with dark hair and red eyes that look like they’re ready to ooze blood. She gives me this wicked smile that makes me want to run.
But I need to get through this haze. I need to work this out. It’s worth the risk.
“Good afterno
