Evaline:
The lab was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of silence that made every small sound feel louder than it actually was - the soft bubbling of potion simmering on the burner, and the slow, steady rhythm of my own breathing.
My eyes were fixed on the small object resting on the metal plate in front of me.
A pill.
It was small, round, white.
But not the dull chalky white most medicinal tablets had.
No.
This one almost looked like crystal.
When the light from the lamps above touched its surface, faint reflections shimmered across it like frost catching sunlight.
I stared at it for a long moment before letting out a slow sigh.
"Well," I muttered quietly to myself.
I reached forward and picked up the small plate, bringing it closer to my face so I could examine the pill more carefully.
It still amazed me that it existed.
