The Dark Halo

Augleria

Bottles of eyeballs and dead rats sat on the shelves. A brewing orange potion was bubbling in the cauldron. “Mmm, how good it looks!” A croaky voice came.

A witch.

The witch’s long fingernails dipped into the potion as she stirred it.

The witch stuck on her tongue. She couldn’t eat the potion! If she did, she’d be transformed into a speck of sand.

“Delicious! Should work perfectly on that gross Royal Family.” She smiled.

“Madame Glinda? I brought your food.” A short plump waitress walked over. The plate trembled under her shivering arms. “Ah, Alexandra. Thank you, dear.” The witch, Glinda smiled.

“Try this, dear.” Glinda narrowed her eyebrows.

“I-Is it s-safe?” Alexandra asked.

“Eat it.” Glinda ordered.

Alexandra breathed in and then swallowed it. Within seconds, she had disappeared.

“It works! Magnificent!” Glinda smiled and somehow found the grain of sand. Grinda put in down in front of her, lifted her foot, and stomped on it.

“I never liked that girl anyways.” Glinda chuckled. “The potion has some imperfections, but it should be ready in a few years. Four at the most.”