Kali:
The fire licking at my ankles while I mixed the antidote for servus animi made the heat coursing through my veins feel like magma.
I wouldn't stop stirring, though; I knew well what would happen to the potion if I did.
The women in my family watched me carefully, taking in each impression, each move, each motion, like they couldn't get enough of the magic they would teach me in the future.
"Who taught you this?" My grandmother asked me, intrigued at the vile of dead man's breath grandpa had gotten for me.
"All of you, Nana, and a few things I have picked up on my own out of interest." I shrugged. I used to be in love with magic, with casting. Everything I once loved seemed to have lost its spark since I started jumping in time.
"Nana?" They all roared in unison.
"Nana." I
