Going Home

She kept her eyes glued to the old mage as he carefully measured a drop of liquid from a small glass vial. It didn’t look like much. In fact, it could have easily been mistaken for normal water. The moment the drop made contact with the surface of the lake, the water twisted into a vortex of color. Finally, she was going home.

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