Human Race (Boyxboy) #1

Chapter Twenty One: Spells And Incantations

Orion:

"Alice, we aren't getting anywhere with this. If you don't, I will hurt the boy," I warned but she just scoffed.

"Oh please, you wouldn't hurt him, you're in love with him," she snapped, pulling her dainty legs to her chest.

"I think you have mistaken me for someone else, witch," I reminded her, motioning toward her grimoire. "Don't forget how many books I can burn."

"I don't know anyone alive who can produce a potion like that." She said almost saddened by her own words.

"Not even you?" I questioned.

"I once ran into a witch who could, she had a grandson with the same problem. She never told me her name but I do know where she used to live. She is most likely dead but if you can bring me her spell book then I can make it."

"Then tell me." I commanded but the witch just rolled her eyes.

"A little to the west of the lake of Verity, then it's in the woods a couple miles out from there." She said.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me!" She spat. "Only she could make these potions. I can try,"

With no more questions I left the room - passing the blue hue on the way out. My journey would not be far, it's only a couple miles away from here. Hopefully she's alive, I really need a potion to help Sketch. Plus all of the other people with diesases. I thought Alice could help, but maybe she's not powerful enough yet. But that's okay, I can wait.

Half of the house was destroyed. It was a small cottage, but half of the house was burned, but the markings on the good side were definitely the symbols of a witch.

I opened the door, which wasn't burned, and stepped inside the smoky house. There was glass on the ground, and the smell of smoke in the air. The house was burned on the left side, but due to the burn markings I knew she must of stopped it from going any further.

I walked down to a small door on my right, and opened it. It was stairs that led down to a basement, but there was no electricity.

I stepped down into the darkness, opening another door to get into the basement. There were torches lit everywhere, but these were enchanted to stay on.

There were books everywhere, bottles of weird things, but what caught my eye was a picture.

It was still in pretty nice shape, but the glass was cracked, causing a glad across the picture. I picked it up, and looked at it. There were two boys, one was older and one was younger, but the younger had white hair.

It was Sketch.

"she had a grandson with the same problem,"

But the older boy was very handsome, I just didn't know who he was. I grabbed some spell books, and some of the potions, before I left.

The picture was in my left hand, I would never show this to Sketch, until I found out what happened to his grandmother. Even if she was alive, she would have to be pretty old, and the old people usually live in the small domes.

I went straight to Alice when I returned to the palace. I had no idea why she decided to help me, maybe it was Sketch or maybe she was tired of fighting. It really didn't matter as long as she could make me some potions.

She was sitting on the bed, reading a spell book nonetheless, and biting her lip occasionally.

"Will this do?" I asked. But she didn't answer me, just grabbed the blue book with a weird symbol of the front.