Potions

Onicent watched as Dio mixed together ingredients. Once and awhile he would throw them into a vat.

"Is it complete?" he asked.

"Nearly father," Dio said, "it cannot be rushed."

"We are short of time," Onicent said impatiently.

"I will need only a while longer." He said quietly. Onicent softened, he gave Dio a pat on the head.

Then he returned to the throne room. He started to pace.

His plan was formulated, and as soon as Dio finished he would be off. He gathered up his cloak and starred at his reflection in the glassy surface of the floor. He knew what he would need to do, but first he had to make sure there were no other witness's. No one except Dio was left in the castle, other then the nymphs. He would have to do something about them.

Onicent would kill them if that was easiest, but he knew it would be suspicious. Nor could he lock them away for the time being. He would have to leave in the night when they were sleeping in their trees. Luckily the grove was on one side and he would leave on the other.

He walked back to Dio's room.

"Is it completed?" he asked.

Dio mixed one last thing into vat and gave it a good stir, it changed to be coloured a light blue.

"It is complete father," he said stepping away from it was a slight bow.

"Does it have the desired effects?"

"Yes father," Dio said.

"Thank you," Onicent said, "I shall be off when the sun sets. You are to stay here, and if it is asked explain I have gone to my village."

"Of course father," though he looked like he wished to ask where his father was going, and why he would need Dio's to make this particular potion.

"I will require one additional thing from you Dio," Onicent told him.

"What is that?"

"I will need you to enchant my form."

Night fell and Onicent and Dio went out to the pond where Dio used water to enchant Onicent. When they were done Onicent was no longer green, instead he was a striking purple.

He pocketed the potion Dio had prepared and set off through the night. Instead of walking in the open he walked through the ground pushing blocks aside as he went only to have the tunnel close behind himself. He was heading toward the farm nestled in the trees, where a young girl slept deep in her prison.