Uma leaned over the faded script alongside her father, both reading with new understanding."Look—'a capture of light from the doorway of death,'" she said, pointing to the text."This substance certainly resembles light, and loopholes are like doors, aren't they?"
"But what if we're wrong?"Murphy asked, though his excitement was building."What if using this creates something we can't control?"
Uma met his gaze steadily."Then we'll face it together.”
Murphy studied his daughter's determined expression, then looked at the glowing residue."Aye.”
"So, we try?"Uma asked.
Murphy nodded slowly."Right then.Let's see what we can brew."
Uma gathered a small sample of residue into a bowl and pulled a container of falls water from the shelf.She looked at Murphy and nodded before slowly pouring the enchanted water into the bowl.
Waving her hand above the mixture, they both watched in wonder as the residue dissolved, transforming the water into something ethereal.The liquid began to glow with soft yellow light, beautiful as moonlit lake water with points of stardust swirling through its depths.When tilted at just the right angle, the bowl seemed to contain a miniature cosmos—tiny galaxies drifting through liquid darkness.
Murphy peered at the faded script over Uma's shoulder as she read aloud, her voice taking on the cadence of prophecy:
"In death they linger never to die, stay alive in the fray when they should fly.Drink, bathe, or breathe, this tonic sets free.The soul that is ill, bring healing to thee.The soul that is right, forever take flight.The soul that is wrong, forever be gone."
"Looks like the night sky itself," Murphy breathed, "complete with tiny constellations floating in an ocean.It's beautiful and daunting."
Uma studied the recipe details below the verse, her expression growing serious."It's a soul categorization potion, Da.Something that reveals the true nature of spirits—their essential goodness or evil.And according to this, it doesn't just reveal...it enforces what's in the soul."
"Enforces how, I wonder?"Murphy crinkled his eyebrows together.
"For a soul that is 'right'—pure, good, innocent—it grants freedom," Uma explained, her finger tracing the text."But for a soul that is 'wrong'..."She looked up at her father."It says 'forever be gone.'That sounds rather final."
Her mind went immediately to the terrified Evelyn.This was it, a potion that could potentially deliver both justice and freedom.
"Da, we have to make this properly.For Evelyn.That's why the residue was calling to me."
"Evelyn?"
“She’s a ghost, Da.I think she's being abused, controlled, terrorized by that author fellow, Cornelius Lennox.I know it, in fact.And I don't know exactly how to protect her from whatever he's doing, but maybe this potion might help."
Murphy looked at his daughter with pride and concern."Lass, if this potion works the way ye think it does, and if this Cornelius fellow is as vile as ye suspect..."
"Then he'll get exactly what he deserves," Uma finished firmly."And Evelyn will be free."
Murphy nodded slowly."Right then.What do ye need from me?"
Uma was already moving through the shelves with confidence."We need to make enough to fill a proper flask.I think ghosts can handle glass better than most materials."
"How about this one?"Murphy said, pulling a small glass bottle shaped like a flask from a high shelf.
"Perfect.Now we need to make enough to fill it."Uma moved back to the workbench.
Murphy watched with growing amazement as his daughter took the lead, her movements sure and confident.
"Now the rest of the water," Uma said, her voice steady and sure.Murphy poured the crystal blue liquid in a steady stream as Uma stirred with a crystal rod, her incantations spoken with precise pronunciation.
When the potion was complete, it resembled liquid starlight—clear but blue, somehow luminous with tiny sparkles of silver and gold swirling throughout.
"It's so beautiful," Uma whispered.
"Aye," Murphy agreed with pride, watching as Uma poured the mixture into the small flask and corked it."And according to the scroll, it only needs a few drops."
Uma tucked the flask into her jacket pocket, feeling its power against her ribs.The weight seemed both heavy and light—heavy with responsibility, light with promise.
