Literature
The DiMage
The DiMage sat, illuminated by the golden glow of her magical tome, and whispered to her cat, who watched the mouse as it moved about with deliberation, neither the captive nor the prey.
"If I cast my runes thus! Into the box... Yesss! Here, here, here and here! Here are the ingredients that I need to brew my potion. Here I will cast my greatest spell!"
Once she had gathered her ingredients the witch summoned forth her alembic and began to prepare them, synthesizing multiplying and refining them until they were in their purest form and ready for use.
"Now is the time my dear, now is the time!" The cat nuzzle her face as the witch spoke an