TRUE POTION

In the shaman’s concocting room, Kurtz stood watching the Shaman brought her ingredient together and after everything was complete, she closed her eyes for a moment while her hands hovered above the blue flame with which she would concoct.

“That looks more like a Shaman.” Kurtz thought as he looked around with a slight frown, the dark room, purple eyes of many monsters around staring at him through the darkness, the blue flames lining the altar like place where the Shaman made her concoctions, everything exuded a eerie aura which for the first time, Kurtz could really feel.

“Today promises to be different.” The Shaman spoke with her eyes still closed but Kurtz knew she was speaking to him.

“Uh, it feels like it.” He muttered, even the Shaman’s voice sounded low an eerie.

“You have watched me concoct many times but they all ended in failure. What do you think I should do different this time to succeed?” The Shaman asked silence followed for a moment. “… answer me Kurtz.”