The witch's rebirth

Old Hale look like he wanted to make a deal as he held out amber crystal the size of an egg. It was the thing I had been hoping to get my hands on. The reason Diana died.

Hale smirk and said, "This is a skill seed, able to see the true nature of things, but without talent it is nothing."

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Genealogy is complicated. A gift a mother has may not be pass to her child but instead could manifest in her great grandchild.

My natural talent ran deep but without seeds, there was nothing. It was two side of the same coin. To create a skill seed required patients. One with talent can nature it with power and blood. Or you could cheat. By using a seed given freely. This seed was given freely and could be used instantly helping me on my quest saving valuable time.

"What do you want?" I asked,

"The Hell fire illusion spell."

I paused. It was not a good trade. But it was with in my means. I nodded as I pull out a small note book from my chunky bad and tore of the page.

He handed me the skill seed as he took the note from my hand. Our trade ending very simply. I smirk as I dug my nails into my hand causing it to bleed. Slowly the outer shell fell of and revealed the golden beetle inside. This was an ancient skill design to hunt and find secrets and power for the pharaoh of old. It had accumulated levels that a new seed didn't have.

The beetle's claws twitched, lowered its head. And, just like that, it slowly dove into my palm. Trying to find a good location to access my power vein.

I felt it settle down just on top of my left hand ring finger. And then a gold ring with an opal appeared on my ring finger.

Hale look sick as he look at me. It would seem he didn't know what type of seed it was but he was still profiting.

"You still got the better deal," I said in an uncaring tone.

"Maybe" he said not looking too hot, it was odd but I didn't care.

It was time to move on.

"Good day." I said waving at him.

There was a lot to do. My next destination the auction house in new Orland. It had been my old hunting ground. There were plenty of unguarded forgotten artifacts to buy.