"Mom . . . who is he?" I asked one night.
On a cold, blistering storm, my father returned with a boy in his arms, unconscious and covered in blood.
"Not now, dear." My mother said as he signaled my father to put the boy on her altar.
The both of them were panicking, and the agitation was palpable from their voices, but all my attention was focused on the boy lying half-dead on my mother's altar as she worked her magic on him.
"He was bit by a vampire when I found him," my father said, "Are we too late?"
My mother was concentrating on her spell, and I clutched my dress and peeked behind my father's back.
"My divination doesn't tell me the time . . . it isn't your fault . . ."
"Vampire poison against a werewolf is lethal . . . especially at a young man like him . . . if only I arrive sooner . . ."
I couldn't make out the complete sentence of their conversation as I watched the boy's colors return to his face.
"The one who bit him is . . . I don't even know if he'll live . . ."
"He is . . . he will live . . ."
Bits and pieces of their conversation entered my ears, but my whole concentration was caught when the boy groaned. He opened his eyelids, and a pair of dilated silver eyes peeked through his thick lashes, and the first thought in my mind was the silver moon.
*gasp
I doubled over from my bed. Sweat coated my face, and my back felt uncomfortable from the stickiness of the clothes against my skin.
A dream?
I deducted and closed my eyes after a moment that I regained my breathing.
I didn't know why I was having these dreams, but I was sure that I didn't dream of it in my past life.
Did something change?
Now I was remembering pieces of my childhood that I couldn't remember before.
I massaged my head and tried to remember more, but only the headache reciprocated my effort.
It might be just a useless dream, but it only meant something more for a witch, especially since my mother practiced divination magic.
A boy with silver eyes that I only remember now . . . he might be crucial to my mission. I thought and bit my thumb.
". . ."
I sighed and flopped on my bed when I couldn't evoke those memories anymore. Not even his name.
Forget it.
I looked over the window. The moon was up, and the clock was about to strike midnight.
Dragging my still sleepy body, I changed clothes and grabbed my ferns, and put on my dagger in my sock before heading out into the forest.
I filled my lungs with air as I gathered Bluecap's Mushrooms in the circle of grass under the moonlight. I also got some Glow Moss under the bark of a large tree. Though they don't usually glow. They were named because it was the food of glow worms.
Speaking of which, I snatched a piece of worm and tweeted. A bird came my way and landed on my shoulder soon after. That was why I liked my title as the white witch. We're the most favored by the animals and sprites from all the witches.
I gave the bird the glowworm, and it let me pluck one of its feathers before it flew off to its nest. Checking my list, I murmured, "Now I only needed . . . spider's hair, a blood moss, a reptile skin and a leg from a six-legged salamander . . ."
The spider's hair I could just get in the old hag's home. There were plenty hanging in my ceiling. The reptile skin wasn't a problem since I often found one of those when I looked hard on the patches of grass while the blood moss I could harvest on the carcasses of animals.
The only problem was . . . the main ingredient for my Enhancement Ointment. Salamander wasn't rare, they were often found in trees, but six-legged salamanders were mystical creatures.
Maybe I should ask a sprite for help to call for one? I was about to cast a spell to summon the little winged creatures when I heard a flop beside me.
I looked down on my foot, and a lizard, the size of my arm, was crawling beneath my feet. Its skin was glossy red with patches of black, and the six legs attached from its body gave away its name.
I blinked.
The Salamander blinked.
"Ha . . . that was fast." I haven't even conjured a spell.
I squatted down, and the Salamander looked over my face.
"Can I have one of your legs, please?" Though it sounded brutal, cutting its leg wouldn't hurt it. It wouldn't even contain blood, and it would regrow within a few days.
The Salamander tilted its head and slipped out its thin tongue.
"You want my hair in exchange."
The Salamander bobbed its head.
I shrugged and cut a piece of my hair with my dagger, and I gave it to the little fellow. It lashed out its tongue and swallowed my hair in one gulp.
Witches, especially a white witch's hair and other parts of its body, contained plenty amount of Either, and mythical creatures loved it. Though they usually just asked for hair since it was the safest part.
The Salamander shifted to its left and extended its legs a little. With a swift whoosh, I cut a small portion of its leg and wrapped it inside my handkerchief.
After our dealing was done, the little lizard crawled away with its tail wiggling left and right.
Unbothered at how I came across it easily, I gathered my things and resumed looking for a reptile skin and blood moss in high spirits.
I could finally start making potions and set my plans in motion!
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