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Iris flower thrived on the sweet sap the Snag Maple Trees provided.
Dead yet still standing, Snag Maple trees were a rich source of
nutrients as well as magical ingredients for both thanomancy and
biomancy. The rare flower had to be plucked exactly when the sun
barely kissed the horizon and prepared before the last rays of the sun
vanished into the cloak of night.
Upon finding the flower, they only had one hour to rush back to
the coven and add the flower as the last ingredient to their prepared
potions. If they’d be unsuccessful, they’d have to remain apprentices
and try again the following year. The pressure weighed heavily on
them all.
The trio walked in silence keeping an eye on the trees with the
sigil that marked their path. Suddenly, a raven appeared above
Camilla and let out a raspy kraa sound. She shivered as the raven
flew away. She looked after the bird as it flew higher and higher and
disappeared from view. When Camilla lowered her eyes back to the
trees, she spotted her grandmother’s small, spiral symbol with a
pentacle in the middle carved into a majestic pine tree. She had a
strong feeling that she had to follow the path the raven showed her.
She hesitated for a minute but soon made up her mind. “I’m going
this way,” she called out to her companion and pointed toward the
narrow path by the tree.
“We were told to follow the witches’ path,” Sarah said, feeling
annoyed. Her red, curly hair flew off her shoulders as she shook her
head and rolled her green eyes. Always a strict follower of rules, she
often disapproved when Camilla questioned or sometimes even broke
the rules. “Why do you always have to break the rules?” She
questioned, looking at Camilla.
“I’m not… Okay, I do… sometimes. But my spirit guide…”
Camilla stuttered like a scolded child but then her confidence