His words struck like thunder, though they had been given so lightly, without a gathering of energy in Oliver. He had simply spoken what was easiest to him, along the lines in which they were easiest. To the point that even the dragon could not have seen it coming.
And stir they did.
Some great witch sprung to life, and made the battlefield into her cauldron. She plunged in this great wooden spoon, and she stirred, bit by bit, those black waters.
