“We thought you would never make it!” The elder called to the girl. Worn out and frustrated, Felicity promptly shoved him aside as she entered.

“You know what I said about no payments?” She hurriedly pulled her equipment and ingredients out.

“Umm…” the elder was quite baffled.

“I take it back,” Felicity scowled as she started prepping the cure, “This little fiasco will cost one bath.”

Thus, the race to make the cure began. She cut up all the herbs, made juice from the herbs and flower. She mixed, combined, cooked… Under the evening sun, she ate on the go as she anxiously worked on the formula that would save the villagers from sickness.

At last, as evening fell across the ailing village, the deed was completed. A blue colored liquid was poured into multiple bottles, ready to be drunk up.

“I’ve done it!” Rhyolite huffed in deep satisfaction.

The elder, plus assistants, checked on her.

“Quick!” Felicity ordered, Give this potion to every soul and animal in town, even those who appear unaffected. We are eradicating this disease!”