Weapon

“I think I must gather everything. I wish Valor would have been more reliable.” Evanora sighed and looked at those empty pots stacked near the edge of the room. The pots were partially occupied. She approached them slowly and used her magic to lift off the lids covering them all at once.

Her eyes traveled at the pots and the fairy dust started shining from all the pots. Evanora snapped her fingers and there appeared a huge bowl with a wide mouth. She made the bowl rest over an elevated pillar. The now went inside the pillar and became a part of it.

She went near the bowl and investigated it; her gaze piercing its base. Fetching the dagger kept over the desk beside the Book, Evanora made the dagger float over that empty bowl and started chanting some spells. The dagger started shaking violently and the blood drops smeared over its sharp edge started flowing into the bowl.