NELSON'S POV
I found myself in a humble shelter, hidden away from the prying eyes of the authorities.
My life had taken a peculiar turn, leading me to the art of crafting potions, each one imbued with spiritual energy.
These concoctions were my secret, something I could not let the world know about.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, showing long shadows across the forest floor, I began my work.
The light of flickering candles illuminated my makeshift laboratory, a small corner of my shelter.
I carefully gathered the herbs, roots, and other ingredients, each one meticulously chosen for their unique properties.
With a deep breath, I started the process, chanting ancient incantations as I combined the elements.
The air was thick with anticipation as I stirred the brews, feeling the energy flow through my hands and into the potions.
Despite my best efforts to remain inconspicuous, word of my activities somehow reached the authorities.
As I was engrossed in my work, I heard the ominous creaking of boots on the damp earth outside my shelter.
My heart raced as I tried to hide my potions, but it was too late. The men in uniform had found me.
With a stern glare and a demand for an explanation, I was left with no choice but to flee.
My heart ached as I left behind the only home I had known for months, and I ran deep into the fields, hoping to lose my pursuers.
The night air was cold, but it was the fear that truly bit at my bones.
As I hid amongst the tall stalks of wheat, I could still hear the distant shouts of the authorities, their voices echoing in my mind.
I knew that they would not stop until they had captured me or found evidence of my spiritual potions.
Days turned into weeks, and the fear never left me. I was constantly on the move, setting up temporary shelters and working on my potions in secret.
The taste of freedom was bitter, tainted by the constant fear of being caught.
I still hear their voices, "IF YOU SEE HIM, EXECUTE HIM RIGHT AWAY"
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Black Magic
Mistero / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
