When she lost herself in the woods on Friday, October 13th, no one cared to search for her. She was just another woman of many in the town of Salem. Her only surviving child, Maul, was nowhere to be found either. No one cared for her at all, not even her mother. Maul's only job when she was around Sarah was to fulfill every one of Sarahs' orders. She hated it, but knew why she had to be the one to do those meaningless chores. They had no reason, no order, just random orders Sarah barked at her because she could. Lord above, how Maul hated her mother.
Pulling the massive cauldron out of the ugly birch shed behind the even uglier pine cottage she lived in with Sarah, Maul set it up next to the downstairs window that led to the kitchen sink. When the fire was started, the water bubbling, and the beginning potion smoking, she went back into the house. Walking into her room, she changed into an old gown with a dark apron attached to start her first real potion. Grabbing the vials of weird named ingredients from Sarah's closet as she trotted past, Maul stopped at the doorway to the kitchen.
Muttering, she tucked the vials into the front pocket of her apron, struggling to remember everything. Her eyes narrowed as she tucked her hair back behind her with a bland ribbon. She took out a large bowl filled with ugly black mush, called iglan, she placed it next to the sink, mentally checking it off her list. Putting each colored vial beside the bowl carefully, she left them there. Her heart beat softly in her ears, melodic as she listened to the birds chirping. Opening the fridge, Maul took out the only other thing, a weird shaped container.
She mixed everything in the bowl then dumped it into the cauldron through the window above the sink.