Advanced Potion Making
Epic Beginnings Entry - I recently did a daily micro about this, and have re-worked it for the challenge.
In a normal little home on the edge of town, it's about to happen.
The old water heater has been clanking all afternoon. Clean fluffy PJs are warming in the airing cupboard.
A girl with sparks in her eyes and a toothy gap under her milk moustache stands on tiptoe to lean across the sink and squeak her finger through the steam on the mirror. Hot water churn into bubbles in the tub.
“In you get,” her mother says, “And hands off my good shampoo!” She removes it.
Having sustained a semi-mortal injury today, climbing (or more accurately, falling from) trees, she mixes a healing Potion first, using a facecloth for a bandage. She supplies the gruff voice of the herb-wizard:
“It’s made from... rare mountain flowers. Put it on like this,” (smearing the colourful goop on her ankle and wrapping the bandage round it). “For best results,” (they say this on TV adverts) “for best results, pour into water, soak the hurt leg in it...”
“Soak it ages. 'Til your toes go wrinkly. That shows the magick's working.”
“Niamh! Are you ready to get out yet?”
“One more potion!”
One clear plastic bottle is bigger than the others. A thin layer of blue slime still coats the bottom. Niamh steadies it between her knees and unscrews the cap. Niamh sploshes a little water in each bottle, shakes it, pour it in.
Dragon breath. Unicorn blood. Scrambled phoenix eggs.
It glows. Niamh pours it on her hands and rubs it over herself and into her hair.
Power crackles over her skin. She grins at her distorted reflection in the tap; her hair streaked with white and sticking out in all directions.
Tomorrow, Shockwave will fly fearless from branch to branch.
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Comments (7)
This is adorable 💖… especially love: “ Having sustained a semi-mortal injury today, climbing (or more accurately, falling from) trees, she mixes a healing Potion first, using a facecloth for a bandage.” Ties in perfectly with the conclusion ✅
That first sentence is so good! It evokes that timeless, classic quality of fairytales.
Amazing piece of micro fiction.
Nice rework.
This was just as sweet to read the second time around!! I love this adaption! Great work LC!
Not me hoping you'll write a toaster into this reworking 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
This worked out really well. I like her. She seems so innocent...for now.