The magic seed

Keenan frowned at the potion that was bubbling in his cauldron. It was missing something. He knew that much. The problem was, he didn’t know what it was missing. He dipped the spoon into the brew and stirred it a few times to the left, then back to the right a couple times.

He ladled out a bit and dropped it onto the plant on his workbench. The leaves shriveled where the brew touched them. No, it was definitely missing something.

“Gah,” he said, rubbing his hands through his hair in frustration. What was he missing? He went through the ingredients in his mind, counting each component and the attributes it was supposed to bring to a potion.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. He knew what it needed! He spun away and hurried to the shelves that held his potion ingredients. His gaze scanned the little bottles and jars, finally landing on a large bottle a wide mouth.

Keenan snatched the bottle off the shelf and returned to his workbench. He pried off the lid and tipped the bottle. Drip, drip, drip… with the third drop, the potion changed from an icky brown to a vibrant green. Satisfied, he straightened the bottle and set it on the workbench.

He dipped the spoon into the brew and repeated the earlier test. This time, instead of shriveling, the plant burst into bloom. The damaged leaves also healed themselves. Keenan let out an exultant yell and took the potion off the heat. He quickly wrote out the process he’d used to craft the potion. Then, he poured it into a bottle. Rusty, he knew, would be pleased.

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