Vivi clapped his hands together, a mortar and pestle suddenly appeared on his lap. He pulled the petals of the flower, crushed them and ground them in the pestle
"A dash of salt, and some cinnamon, and the yellow flower powder, and a splash of water!" Vivi waved his hand and the mortar started to move on its own, grinding and mixing all the ingredients together... "Dragon scales, and some newts." Vivi paused looking in his satchel. "I can't find the vial... where is the vial?"
Nekonata looked at Vivi confused, he scratched the side of his leg and felt something cold in his pocket. He pulled it out, and found the silvery black liquid vial that he was shown in Tara's bedroom. "You mean this one?" Nekonata said gently tossing it to Vivi.
Vivi caught it and grunted at him, then poured the whole contents into the pestle. Vivi stood up, walked up to Nekonata with a knife in his hand, and in one swift motion cut a lock of hair from his head. He threw the locks into the pestle, and there was a hiss, then a bang and then some smoke. The concoction started to glow purple. Vivi poured the now purple liquid into a vial and called for Meera.
The little swallow showed up while she was still airborne Vivi threw the vial into the air. "For Tarasque, you know what to do!" The swallow caught the vial and flew straight for Edena.
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The Journey, Warrior
FantasyA man with amnesia goes on a journey of discovery with his companions, ending up having to reunite the races against a common enemy
