Chapter Twenty Eight: The Hermit is Called

It has been decided by the Christmas Corporation that the potion will be made, and that the Bridge of Imagination has to be temporarily blocked to delay any passage into it so that to avert any disaster from happening in this world, and the other worlds that surpasses everything that the human imagination can reach. It is a priority operation, so the potion must be concocted at the soonest possible time.

But a potion needs to be made by a bona fide potioneer, and they don't have a potioneer available at this time. It seems futile to think that a potion with the exact same strength can be made without an expertise available, but they knew of someone who can be a suitable substitute. And now, the Mirrorites are on their way to his doorstep.

He is simply known as the Hermit, and he is extremely good in what he does.

In much retrospect, the Hermit is an unknown human-like creature with a talent on balancing the effects of what he calls as "the dangerous rhetoric," until such a time that it was taken away from him "to create monsters that will control the minds of others." He provided no other details at that time, when he shared his story to the many who were willing to listen to his several misfortunes, because according to him, nobody can fully comprehend his utter madness, anyway.

Still, he demonstrated his ability to create potions, although he made no claims that he was, indeed, a qualified potioneer. His potions have displayed flair in many weird purposes that otherwise could not have been addressed by current knowledge in general science, physics, chemistry, biology, and physiology or medicine. But his abilites could. Though, ironically, he has no idea why.

The Mirrorites have finally reached his dwelling place, and they politely knocked at the door. The Hermit peeked through the hole, and recognized his unlikely visitors. He opened the door to greet them.

"Ah, my favorite Mirrorites," the Hermit said with pure delight. He is always cordial. "To what pleasure do I owe this visit?"

"Cleverness," the Mirrorite Samuel Ros acknowledged his name. "I came here with the same solemn intention in mind."

"Of course, of course," Cleverness said, while nodding vigorously. "What potion is it this time?"

"A potion defying an impending death."

"I see," Cleverness replied. "I am sure I can concoct something with strong healing properties, no worries. Come inside."

"But that's not all we are after for," the lead Mirrorite said. "This visit has another important purpose."

"Absolutely. Of course. How else could I be of service?" Cleverness was intrigued.

"We need you to extract a child's faith. To create another potion and then make a very rare elixir." 

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