After leaving the shop in a hurry, I eventually returned and purchased the rocking chair and alchemy table.
Although the fear and shock of meeting Dante was still with me, a new emotion began to creep in.
I was suddenly ashamed of the way I treated him. After all, there are plenty of people who would find me and my abilities just as frightening and I hoped that they would not treat me the way I treated him.
I entered my new home and placed my new chair in the perfect location. My home was now as cozy and warm as I envisioned.
I sat back admiring my small space with its old floors, creaky doors, grimy windows and imperfections.
The kitchen, with its slight moldy smell, ancient appliances, puke green laminate and cabinetry with broken hinges and cracked surfaces that needed repainting, was perfect in my eyes.
It was mine, made all the more perfect with its mixture of antique, modern and simple furniture. I thought of it as an extension of my personality and I sat there amongst it all just as perfectly flawed.
This was my first home, the first real adult thing that I was able to purchase and put together all by myself. I was so proud.
Although I was on my way toward a new life, in the back of my mind, I was constantly reminded of my real purpose for being here…
I had to find the man that often invaded my visions. He was out there somewhere and I have never been closer to finding him.
In the meantime, I felt a pressing need to study at the alchemy table. I wasn’t quite sure how alchemy could possibly help me in my mission of finding this man, but I learned a long time ago to allow my visions to guide me, although I often didn’t know the destination.
I opened up the large book that came with my new alchemy table…but everything in it seemed difficult and foreign. I needed something a little simpler…more like Alchemy for Dummies.
It was time to check out Moonlight Fall’s library.
Keeping in mind what Helen said about this town being full of strangeness and reflecting on my odd meeting with Argus and Dante…
I had a feeling that it would be perfectly acceptable for me to hop on my broomstick and finally get to use it as my main mode of transportation. Being on it made me feel happy and free. I could finally be exactly what I was born to be.
I arrived at the small library, praying that they had books on alchemy.
More than ready to fully explore what it meant to be a witch.
