(Y/n) is a lively and endearing person with a chaotic, painful and mysterious past.
She lives in a small town called Mystic Falls, where she fights and courageously helps her friends survive.
But she is suddenly confused when a psychotic hybri...
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Slowly, slowly you run of me 🎵
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■ Washington, D.C ■
Inira was following her mentor Nancy to her office. Her emotions were running high, in less than an hour, her mentor would meet with the Guardian of the Shadow Domain, as she had scheduled a time to finalize the contract.
Her mentor was the perfect definition of calm, but Irina knew better, something was bothering her mentor.
She was thoughtful, distant all day, as if lost in thought.
"I have an important mission for you" Nancy Buchanan told Irina as she sat at her desk.
"Say it and it will be done" Iris replied with conviction as she watched a beautiful flower her mentor was picking.
"While I'm talking to the Guardian, I need you to finish this potion" Nancy explains as she opens a marble pot that held a thick green liquid "It has to be ready at the exact moment the meeting ends" After placing the pot over the table, Nancy began to pick the flower carefully with her hands "You will need to crush these Azalea petals, heat it slowly until it turns to ash and mix it with this liquid, when these components are together, use your magic to cool it until its color changes to black" she instructed.
"It will be ready when you get back" Irina promised as she carefully picked up the pot "What is it for?".
A wicked smile pulls the eldest witch's lips up "Let's just say this will do a lot of damage to our target" Nancy proudly brags about her feat, she has been perfecting this potion for years, she is sure it would fulfill its purpose .
(Y/n) doesn't know what to expect.
Irina looks at the pot curiously, but doesn't dispute an order from her mentor.
