fiction/fantasy/magic

The Strongest of Them All

Came about with a bit of trickery

An AI image generated by the author in Bing

Kala was stirring the green-blue liquid inside the iron pot. The potion simmered, and yellow sparks cracked the tiny translucent bubbles on the surface. Kala twisted her hand, tracing slow circles into the potion with the wooden stick. With her head bowed to the side, she gazed at the fruit of her ten-year labor.

Revenge is finally coming!

There was a knock at the door. Kala walked across the dimly lit room cluttered with rubbish. A ten-year-old boy stood at the door. Dungarees hang loose on his spindly legs, and a tattered pullover covered his thin upper body. His face was egg-white-like, and his eyes resembled two balls of yolks resting in the depth of the white.

The boy was shivering.

Abstinence.

Kala rubbed her hands.

‘Well? She smiled, ‘Are you ready for my next task?’

‘Yes…yes, m-ma’am,’ the boy licked his parched lips, ‘W-when?’

‘Now!’

The boy stepped forward, and she fumbled in her gown pocket. Her fingers opened the lid of the small wooden box. She broke off a piece of chocolate.