“Are you planning to kill me?” Isaiah asked, his eyes narrowed at Damien.
“Don’t worry I don’t plan to cook and eat you. I have eaten a witch already,” Damien grinned looking at Penny who took a few seconds to understand what he meant and her face suddenly turned red.
“I will cook you myself,” Penny retorted back.
“I am all yours to be eaten,” Damien raised both his hands, making Penny roll her eyes. This shameless vampire thought Penny to herself.
“How good are you in potions and spells which the black witches use?” Alexander asked the witcher, “Do you know how to find the elements of a white witch?”
“I do. You want to find yours?” Isaiah asked before adding, “I will need some ingredients before I start the process.”
“It is for me,” Penny chipped in, “I wanted to know which element I hold.”
“Write me down what you need and we’ll have someone look for it.”
After Isaiah had written down a sheet of parchment filled with the ingredients he would need to perform the ritual of finding out Penelope’s elemental abilities, the butler was given the sheet who stared at the small handwriting where one would need to look very closely to see what was written in there. Without complaining, Martin left the room in search of it and in less than two hours, the butler had arrived with a bag on his shoulder which had everything that was asked for him to bring.
Having already scared the black witch with an oath bond, the people right now were assured that he wasn’t here to cause harm, Alexander took him to the secret room and Isaiah’s mouth was left wide open.
“You have so many potions,” different colors of flasks with liquid in them were placed in sequence and he had never seen so many before.
“Penelope will be here to check on you, Damien and I will be outside,” Lord Alexander said before leaving them be and walking out of the room.
Penny took hold of the chair, sitting on it to see Isaiah start to do his work of brewing the potions. As time passed by, she only observed what he did, he threw things into the cauldron one after another before looking at them and making sure everything was mixing well.
When he was finally done, he drew markings on a bigger parchment, “Where did you learn this from?” Penny asked him while he drew one line after another.
“It was from a black witch. She used to have a lot of parchments drawn and she taught me some from it. It was from her that I learned how to use black magic but she isn’t here anymore. The humans killed her,” she gave him a nod.
“I am sorry about that…”
Isaiah didn’t say anything and completed the work on his parchment before saying, “It is ready. Do you want me to start the ritual now?” he asked her.
“Yes,” the sooner the better thought Penny to herself.
Isaiah started to use the spell words which belonged to the black witches, as he was a black witcher now the man could make use of it, unlike other white witches who were pure and untainted by the forbidden magic.
She gave her hand for the fresh blood just like she had given before to Bathsheba, the blood dripping down her fingers which fell into the glass. Giving it to him, the witcher poured it at the center and blood never splashed across the parchment. Instead, it moved like a snake on the parchment, moving across the lines and circles which he had drawn which finally was inked by her blood. The ritual went on and during the halftime that had passed, Damien arrived at the door, standing behind them and watching without disturbing either of them.
The blood raised up in the air, shaking at a point before splashing down finally making the parchment non-usable.
Isaiah looked at the parchment with the splattered blood on it, a frown on his forehead, “You appear to have two elements. Water and wind.”
Penny would have been happy for the confirmation that the person whom she had met in her memories had been right but seeing the witcher’s forehead marred in concern she asked him, “Is it bad to have two?”
“Not at all. I have never met a white witch with elemental abilities. Rather it is unheard that a person can hold two elements. I would have concluded it was because of your mixed blood but black witches don’t possess such elemental abilities. They know how to deduce it but not use it on their own. While there is gain to one of them, there is a loss to the other. Nature is balancing what is part of our lives,” Isaiah replied, still slightly taken aback that she would have two of them. You don’t appear to be shocked, didn’t you know about it already?” he asked.
“I did,” Penny confirmed his words, “I wasn’t sure though.”
“Hmm,” Isaiah started to clean the items that were used, putting it to the side and some in the flask for future use. As he cleared the table he said, “It is normal for a person to be happy over a present, a gift which we acquire but every gift comes with a cost. A curse which sometimes is good and sometimes which is bad.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Stopping his hands from moving here and there, he placed it flat on the marble slab.
“The woman who died, the black witch, told me that the gifts are not bestowed by Gods but they come from land or place of the unknown which the forbidden magic resides in.”
“What kind of place?”
“‘Somewhere which is not here’, that is what she told me. It was when I was young and had only turned to a black witch,” he said, explaining further, “She said, the gifts that we have received which are special is something that has come from the forbidden magic.”
What?
