A pale stream of moonlight glittered throw a partially closed window as the young Sheshie worked tirelessly on the vile in front of him. His work station was a mess, ingredients thrown and spilled everywhere. A few broken glass bottles littered the floor. He carefully placed some green leaves within a mortar and pestle, grinding in a pulp mixed with another plant and some water. He slowly poured it into a bottle filled with deep blue liquid. The ingredients almost seemed to react with one another and began to bubble slightly. Then the liquid turned pale blue and fell still. The Sheshie glared down at the vile, quietly cursing. He shoved the b