Monster Project

1. Alraune

     "Fare thee well!" A thick German accent left the witch as she cackled at her uncomfortable patron leaving. When no response came back, the witch continued to rearrange her potions and concoctions by colour and label.
     The door to the small shack creaked little by little until the hidden face of a mysterious woman peered in.
     "Pardon, but is a hag by the name "Helena" present?"
The witch sneered. "I should curse you where you stand. But indeed, I am Helena. Come, come." Helena ushered her potential costumer in, and the woman cautiously walked in as she gazed to the floor.
     "I require you remove your cowl first before I speak with you further."
     "Must I?"
     "Remove it."
     The woman huffed before complying, and Helena smirked.
"Ah! Princess Isabella, a thousand apologies for my rudeness. For I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty."
     Isabella was obviously unamused, her face painted with aggravation. "I have no patience for foolish games, hag. I have travelled for one thing."
     "And this "thing" would be?.." The princess inspected the dark room for nonexistent intruders, leaning in once her inspection was complete to whisper.
     "I have spoken with rural peasants and have been told that you possess a magic love potion, correct?"
     "Indeed I do. For Prince Adam, I assume?" The woman gawked at the witch in shock. Although her surprise was soon replaced with anger.
     "You fiend! How'd you discover it?!"
     "Please remain calm, princess. I have no need to deal with an unruly noble. I do, however, have personal connections with... important civilians."
     Isabella chose to ignore Helena. "Witch, do you have in your care a potion or not?"
     "My my, the snippy one today aren't we, princess? But indeed I do." The witch began to search her vast shelf of rainbow liquids in favour of the love potion, frowning once she wasn't able to locate it.
     "I have seem to run out of the potion. But fear not, I can brew some in a moment. Although you will have to pay a tad bit more for consultation."
     Without waiting for an answer, the witch whisked herself off into the backroom to meet the demand.
     "Mother!"
     "Be quiet, young one. The princess is here and you mustn't alert her."
     The young girl nodded and sat in the pile of dirt like the plotted plant she was. Speaking more quietly, the girl inquired why the princess was here.
     "For a love potion" the witch responded, "To woo Prince Adam, Syria."
     She approached the child and lifted the flower attached to her head to gaze into her child's excited eyes. Helena kissed the other's nose, earning a giggle from Syria. The witch retrieved a bottle and a knife from a nearby rotting, wood table and knelt down to the alraune.
     She placed the knife to green skin. "May I?" she asked quietly.
The girl nodded and squeezed her eyes tightly as she felt cold metal press painfully against her sea green skin. The light slit streamed with a brownish-green, chunky substance to be caught by the small glass cylinder. Once full, Helena pulled away to cap the bottle and placed it to the side. The witch left after she tended to Syria's small cut, her wrists and forearms covered in dozens of the same small lines. The last words shared between the duo were short and sweet.
     "Ich liebe dich, meine farbenprächtig die blumenkinder."
     "I love you too, mother."

A/N: I just wanted to explain a few things. The alraune's name is Syria because alraunes are made of Mandrake, which can be found in Syria. Also at the end, Helena says "I love you, my gorgeous flower child." I hope you enjoyed! :D

*EDIT.* Thanks to IceyCake_XOX, I now have the correct translation! So huge shoutout to her!