Hatred. Revenge. Nothing can stop her.
Fuelled by unforgiving malevolence, Raven Novarov, a young girl that has lost everything and seen more than any man ever should have, relentlessly seeks the truth.
But you know what they say about the truth, s...
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"Now add in the jahan root...no- not like that." Ash muttered, taking the small branch from my hands and pushing me out of the way.
Huffing an impatient sigh in response, I watched as he crushed the dried brown plant, milling it into a fine powder before grabbing some other substance and combining them together in a pot.
I stared as carefully as I could, making sure to remember all the names and steps. I had practically memorised the history of the entire continent at this point, and now learning potion brewing was the next step to mastering yielding. The old man that was teaching me didn't know about Ash helping me, but I decided it was better that way since he still believed that I "wasn't ready." Wasn't ready my ass.
Taking a breath, I steadied my hands.
He tapped me on my shoulder, "You got this."
Scanning through all of the information I just learned, I reached for the ingredients which were organised neatly on the shelf. Taking everything I needed was the easy part...now was when I had to either cut up and squeeze or mill whatever ingredients I was using, taking cautious steps in a particular order to not mess anything up.
As I was working, memories came back to me like a flash fire. I had completely forgotten about it before; not that it was actually important...but...I was still curious.
"Do you know about any..." I said, pausing as I thought for a way to word my sentence, "Missions...that some of the Elders go on?"
Atticus raised a brow at me, confused, "Why?"
"I saw Enzo talking with a man I presume is called Gustav. He was sent there on the intention of finding someone. I want to know who...just curiosity to be honest," I said, mixing the dark concoction which soon emitted a metallic smell which spread into the air.
"I would tell you, only I don't know anything. Your best bet would be to ask him yourself," he laughed, "Although all you'll get in response is shameful flirting and distractions. Enzo never gets to the point."
Nodding in agreement, I sighed, "He is an extremely immature and infuriating person to even attempt to talk to."
"You know him?"
"Yes. I saw him in town where I also found out about their 'mission'."
The man chuckled, "Not surprised he was there running errands."
I continued brewing the pain killer, waiting for Ash to elaborate or create a new topic of conversation. Over the past few days, I had grown a liking to him; he had reminded me of Eren, Ivanna's previous boyfriend who had moved somewhere far away with his family. Some say he went to Tekka, some say he sailed all the way to Cresseida. No one knows the truth.
