Miley checked her translation one last time. This is critical. She told herself. After Hannah Montana, her popularity had been declining, and her behavior only made that worse. Now though, she had a chance to get back up on top. A chance find while on vacation in Europe. An old tome, possibly of gypsy origin that promised popularity like nothing before. All that was required was a ritual.
Translating the ancient text was a challenge. She couldn’t exactly go to the store and pick up a book about the forgotten tongue. Scouring the internet and old archives, Miley figured she found out everything she needed. Collecting the ingredients was easy, as was distilling said ingredients down to the needed potion.
Her kitchen smelled awful as the potion bubbled, but it would be worth it. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself as she held her nose shut. As the potion neared completion, Miley started saying the words she translated. It sounded like pure gibberish, but Miley wasn’t going to argue.
Finally it was done. The bubbling liquid turned a slick purple. Carefully, Miley measured off a dosage of the potion. With a long sigh, resigning herself to fate, she drank the liquid. Almost immediately she began to gag, the beverage coated her mouth as the blonde tried to drink it down. Her vision blurred and she spun around. Unfortunately, in her haste to rid herself of the liquid, she slammed into her kitchen island. The world spun around her once again and she Miley fell spread eagle onto the floor.
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