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| Tim's Dreams by Romy Nayar at MetaLES |
“Wicked
mind,” he said, snickering at the thought of the terrible consequences. “Wicked
mind.”
The old
woman reached for the pot and dropped a red powder inside. It sizzled,
threatening to overflow.
“This will
do. Two bat wings, the nail of a dragon smashed into dust and a dead baby. This
will do,” she said giggling eerily.
“When will
we see it?” they asked hovering above the copper pot.
“Soon.”
It was not
the first time she tried to cover the whole world with a layer of darkness, but
this time she was more powerful; she carried a baby inside of her.
“Turn that
spoon, turn that spoon,” they screeched as the liquid started to bubble inside
the big copper pot.
“I need one last ingredient.” She sneered.
“Surprise!”
They looked
at one another intrigued by the sudden enthusiasm. She was not a woman of
enthusiasms.
“To make
this infallible, I need one of you to jump in the pot!” And she clapped her
hands once. “Now!”
A wave of panic
crept down their throats into their stomachs.
“Run,” one
of them shouted. And they scattered in all directions, glued to the shadows in
the room.
Furious,
she tried to catch one of them by the ankle, but tripped and the boiling big copper
pot tumbled and turned spilling everything on the floor.
Darkness would not cover the whole world that
day, only this particular corner of it.
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