Dances With Wolfbane-Part 3

The wolfbane...his precious wolfbane. Perhaps he had time to enjoy a bit before he went on his rampage through the town.

Suddenly, a mirror of himself appeared before him. What is this magic? Startled, he meandered back, falling....falling.....falling from the high cliff and onto the rocks below.

The Old One giggled, then eased out in a mumble, "Too bad that he hadn't completely turned into his monstrous self or he would have survived the fall."

She hummed softly as she continued nurturing the wolfbane, which now looked hearty and lush.

"Shops in town were completely out of wolfbane," she eased out, her voice holding a whine this time, as if the thought were displeasing. Then, "And you can't make spells without wolfbane, now can you?"

She continued humming as she worked, then said, "Had I known that a thatch was this near to my home, I would have visited long before now..."

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