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Chapter Eleven

Ariel's POV

The potion wasn't working. I had done everything the book instructed, everything was in the right proportion - the chick's saliva, the bee excreta, the cat's teardrop - everything was right, but why was it not working? I wondered, pacing up and down in tension, time was running out.

I sprinkled fire dust in the fireplace again and gently steered the batter in the large clay pot. I brought the stupidly large book again and read through it, and went on to mix everything again.

The last ingredient - the chick's saliva - only remained a drop in my bottle, and was the last one I had. I tried to not freak out and placed my fate in the hands of divine providence: if it worked, fine, if it doesn't work, still fine by me. And with that I added it, and on a second thought, added more fire dust to the fireplace.

The batter boiled as the fire enveloped the body of the clay pot, causing the green colored mixture to create hot bubbles as it erupted like small pa
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