The next morning, the instant Cornelius left his side of the bed, I open my eyes and get up. I walk towards my dresser and reach to its back, to that area where I hide the collected myrnoff flowers.
I pick them up, its petals no longer soft to the touch. Its dried-up appearance only makes it seem more potent. I just hope that it is already enough to raise my magic output and to break my chains. A chance to escape Cornelius and his hold on me.
Once I regain my magic, I will be out of this country for good. Maybe I will stay in a cozy cottage, in a place detached from any town. I can live in peace until it's time to leave this world altogether.
Without further hesitation, I mix oil into it and crush the flowers in my palm. I inhale their fragrance. It is a mixture of tartness and sweetness. As I continue to inhale, everything around me starts to spin and blur.
