Chapter 23: Werewolf Problem

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Zane grabs a series of potion and mix them into a bottle. He heats it up the cools it. You then see him put a few herbs into it. It turns a bright blue at the touch of the first herb touching the potion. He then walks over to you. "Andra I need you for this." "What is it zane? Did something go wrong! Are you missing a ingredient!" "Heh no andra its fine its just. . ." He rubs the back of his head. "Just. . .what?" "Nothing. . . .any way Andra, you might not know it but you have great power your father knew that. Thats why he didn't let you into his library he didnt want you t-" you sigh "he didnt want me to know. What do I need to do?" "Here put your hand over the bottle and chant this inchantment exactly when I do. Ok?" "Ok." You hold onto the bottle and zane puts his hand over yours. You start feeling hot and look at zane. 'No no no i can NOT like ZANE. . .no no no no.' You calm yourself down and ignore him. "Ok andra make sure you pronounce it alacardium-lunialas-cambrium or else it wont work." "Ok lets do it." Both of you look at each other and nod. "Alacardium-lunialas-cambrium." You both say in synic. The potion glows and zane gives it to you. "Drink it." You nod and drink the diamond blue liquid inside the bottle. You gag and try to talk with the potion still in your mouth "gly igreen. Diz iz bezkuztin." "What? Ugh Andra you have to swollow it." You swollow it and repeat what you tried to say "I said 'my irene. This is descusting'. Why is it so. . .descusting?" "Heheh Andra not all potions taste good. How do you not know this." "I dont know maybe its because I failed magic class in school." "I thought you didnt have magic class?" "I didnt Zane thats the thing I dont make potions!" "Ok ok sorry. . . -zane wispers to himself- maybe I can teach you." "Did you say something?" "No no all I said was im sorry for asking such a stupid question." "I swear to irene Zane if you said something behind my back ill--" "calm down Andra I said nothing!" "Oh sorr--" you fall to the floor and the room turns black.

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