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Chapter 1-iv
The Scroll's Enigma
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The sun had already been lifted over Carlin for a few hours now, but the bitterness of the late February air still swept through the cold cobbled streets. Psalms and her sister, Lufea, had already left their hut and needed to make money for dinner that night. Psalms was a potion seller, but all of her materials she required for making the healing potions she had to gather herself from the wilderness.
The two began making their way to the south end of the county, near the Gulf of Thais. Even being only a few miles outside of the city, the sights had drastically changed, for the good. The trees were white with a light snow topping them, rabbits and elk roamed freely while a stream of seemingly endless beauty rushed through the countryside.
Psalms and Lufea followed the stream to an area that Psalms knew all too well, it was her workshop. A small wooden shack with an open front side sat near the creek bed with an unlit caldron a few feet away…

"Ahh...just as I left you!"
Psalsm spoke, referring to her work station,

"Psalms...can I go catch rabbits...please?"
Lufea spoke in her sweet little voice,

"Well kid, you can try..."
Psalms responded,

While Lufea was out playing with rabbits and such, Psalms was vigorously working, draining all of the blood from a hog she had killed the day before. Sweat was dripping from her work worn face, as she continued to ring out every last drop of blood she could into the rusted pot in the wooden shack. A hour or so had passed and she had finally rung the dead hog completely out, carefully she began adding in a small vial of some blue substance into the blood, but only a few drops or so. After taking the pot outside and dumping it into the caldron Psalms closed her eyes and motioned her hands slowly underneath the caldron, touching a piece of the fire wood that laid there...

"Utani vis"
The fire wood was quickly engulfed in flames asa shot of fire flew from Psalms' hand after chanting the spell,

Pslams quickly stood to her feet and began dusting her hands off, a slightly satisfying smirk came across her face, noting a job well done. Psalms stood over top of the brewing concoction and began to slowly stir it with a wooden staff. The young Druid girl began to gaze off, watching his sister play with the rabbits in the snow; she was paying little attention to the healing potion she was brewing...

I don't want her to be right, I don't want what it is that I have...for what I saw last night is much too much for one to comprehend
She thought to herself, thinking of her Grandmother,

Suddenly Psalms dropped to one knee, grasping her head as a vein extremely protruded outward from her skull...her eyes rolled into the back of her head...

Who are those two?
The scene had flashed forward, Psalms saw a Indiana Princess and a giant male Gypsy walking through the woods near her...

They are who must help you Psalms
She heard the voice of her Grandmother

Help...help me with what?
Pslams screamed in agony wither question to Grandmother,

Without their assistance, Seer will be successful...

Psalms jerked, sweating heavily and gasping for air, her nose was bleeding as she looked to see Lufea, the Gypsy and the Indiana Princess standing overtop of her...
"Are you okay?"
Exile concernedly asked, helping Pslams to her feet,

Psalms' eyes widened as she looked away from the two strangers and over at her little sister, disdain owned her face, but Lufea just smiled and nodded at her older sister...

"It's really you two..."
Psalms flopped back down onto the ground and passed out...