I let Ica drag me away, still reeling with what I'd seen. Obviously, I knew she had a crush on him-who didn't? Most girls (and even some guys) had a crush on him; Ica was the only girl I knew of who didn't like him; she didn't like anyone, really, except, and I quote "this really hot guy I saw at a Witches Convention once," two years ago.
"Oh man oh man oh man," I breathed.
"Pull it together, Ger," she said in my mind. "I gotta show you something."
"Fine," I grumbled.
We slipped into the palace infirmary where I saw a beaker of shimmering purple liquid. "Is that...?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's the potion 'used to kill the King'. It is one of mine though, I'll give you that." She took a small amount and put it in a petri dish. "Now look what happens when I do...this." Ica poured a light sprinkling of a metallic blue dust into the petri dish.
I gasped. What sort of party trick was this?
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Witches
FantasyIca is one of the few "dangerous" witches living in the country. When one of her potions is used to assassinate the King, she, her twin brother Gerald, and their friend Bella are thrown into a web of intrigue and mystery that dates back centuries.
