“Stay right behind me.” Minerva grabbed hold of Aamon’s hand and led him through the vast crowd and towards the shop. The villagers bustled around, barely noticing them. Minerva pulled Aamon down a couple of streets and alleys until they eventually came across the shop. Aamon watched as Minerva took out a key and unlocked the door. He followed her inside and closed the door behind him.
The shop was delightful and alluring. Wooden shelves were stacked with over a hundred books running up and down each aisle. Right next to the door, was a plain and simple checkout counter.
“Thanks.” Minerva threw her knapsack behind the counter with a blank look on her face and sauntered down one of the many aisles. She ran her fingers over the spines of books till she discovered the book she was seeking: The Book of Alchemy.
Grabbing that book off the shelf, she took it with her back to the checkout counter and dropped it on top of it with a thunk. Dust flew everywhere. Minerva coughed up a fit and whipped at the air. She cleared her throat and started tearing through the pages as her eyes drifted over every page.
Spell. Spell. Spell. Locator Spell.
“What’re you doing?”
The witch’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. “Aamon! Don’t scare me like that! You’re such an ass!”
He chuckled at the witch with an amused smile on his face. The witch ignored him and turned her attention back to the book.
“Locator Spell.” Aamon leaned over her shoulder as he read the words out loud. The demon shook his head as he walked over to the stool he was previously seated in. As he continued admiring the sword he brought with him, he said, “Minerva, you can’t track him with a locator spell. It won’t work.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Well, I’m giving it to you.”
“Look, I can and I will track him down with this locator spell. Don’t underestimate me, Aamon.”
“I’m not, Minerva. I--”
Their bickering was cut short when the door to the bookshop opened. In walked a man with the faintest footsteps. And black, soulless eyes. A Black-Eyed Being.