Sophie the Swamp Witch

Stop standing there and help! Can't you see that I need to get this mixture ready? If you don't start helping me within ten seconds, prepare to enjoy the rest of your life as a Mortog. Now MOVE, and don't drop anything!

Augh! I have to get this potion together tonight, and I keep dropping things. Help me out. I might not turn you into a radish if you do a good enough job -- I mean, I'll give you a reward. Yeah, that's it.

You made a mistake disturbing me while I'm brewing my latest potion! Unless you want to spend the rest of your days as a Slorg, I suggest you make yourself useful.

You want to help.... me? Make my own stew? Who even let you in here? Ugh fine I guess if you are already here grab a spoon and some fish and get to mixin. This stew isn't going to make itself. I mean I could if I wanted to but where's the fun in that?

And those ingredients you promised me better be worth it Little Miss Negg! I can't remember the last time these creaky bones carried me out of my swamp. And back to Neovia of all places...

Definitely not ectoplasm.

Of course, I'm sure! Trust me, I know what ectoplasm tastes like. Really gives your nachos a little kick.

Oh, will we? I don't remember agreeing to hoof it all over Neovia!

Drat! You sure are annoyingly persistent.

Fine then your Neggnificence, for the Mutant Negg I'll tag along. No way you two knuckleheads could figure this out without my help anyway.

You mean besides a grown faerie who still dresses like a Negg threw up on her?

Ahhh, now it's all starting to come together...

Take a look around...

And I don't know many ghosts that leave footprints...

So, you finally noticed.

Precisely, and it looks like someone tried to pry it open.

No, but who's to say something didn't slip out...

And I don't think symols are native to Neovia...

Wow, guess you're smarter than you look.

HA! Thanks dimwit I needed a good laugh.

Easy, all the trouble wrought around town and your little neggfest is the work of a cadre of unusual petpets.

Want me to turn him into a slorg? Oh, how about a stink beetle? Come on let me turn him into a stink beetle!

Bet you would have liked it if I turned him into a negg instead huh?

Windbag extraordinaire.

We're going to be here all night, aren't we?

Oh, this is ridiculous all right...

Just look at the way those clumsy critters flop about, like breadfish out of water.

Well I've had enough of this mushy stuff, I'll be waiting for the ingredients you promised me back at my tower!

If you really think anyone would care to read it, then fine. I couldn't care less about sharing my sappy, old thoughts, but I'm taking out the important ingredients to my potions and spells. No one gets my work for free!

I'm not sure why Ilere left me here. I want to be grateful, but I can't help but fear for my family. I went back to Neovia, and everyone was like ghosts! If Ilere won't help them, then I will. I tried making this potion to save them, but I don't know what I'm doing. I'm no powerful witch like her, and I just want my family back!

The magical chest she left in the shack provides me with almost any items I can think of - food, water, pillows, blankets. It even gives me the books I need to further my magic and potion-making, but if I try to ask for any ingredients for those potions, nothing happens. The forest is so big, and each time I go out to try to forage ingredients around the shack, I hear and see such scary things! I miss Mama and Papa, and I wish my brothers were here to help me be brave.

It takes a while for me to perfect each potion. I've only made three real attempts so far, and in the time it took to collect the ingredients alone, months have gone by. Not to mention the townspeople's ghosts only appear on Halloween. Why did they all have to take that snake oil potion? Why couldn't my family just be happy with what we had? I've tried learning magic as well, but it's harder, and it's been so, so lonely that at times all I can do is cry. However, sometimes I see this Green Meowclops when I'm out and about. It hasn't gotten close to me yet, but at least it sort of feels like I have a friend again.

I've been gathering quite the collection of items, Reggie would be proud. This old shack is starting to look like quite the certified witch's house, even if I don't feel like one yet. I may have a sort of familiar now, though. The Green Meowclops, whom I've been calling Eye, finally let me pet her the other day, and she even comes in and out of the shack from time to time. I barely have a need for the magical chest nowadays, which is good, as Eye has taken a liking to it. She often sleeps there, and if I attempt to move her, she swats me away. She seems very interested in my potion-making and watches me intently as I try out new concoctions. I still deeply miss my family, but Eye helps me to feel less alone.

While this didn't succeed in the way I wanted, it did make a potion that helped me run faster! I made this discovery because Eye accidentally pushed in some of my redacted . I was upset at first, but then she drank some and started doing such fast zoomies around the room that I couldn't stop laughing. This was probably the first time I've laughed in a while. It was remarkable to have made something that actually worked for once.

I came up with this concoction all on my own! With this, I will be able to get around the Haunted Woods more easily to collect more ingredients. While the Werelupes don't seem to actually inhabit my area of the woods, I do fear I will need to start entering their territory and beyond to get better ingredients. I've been too scared until now, plus when I've wandered too far from the shack, Eye meows and claws at my dress until I get back. But I want to expand my collection for potions and start growing my magic as well. And to do that, I'm going to have to go even farther in my excursions if I want to become a powerful witch.

This was the first spell I cast on someone. While on my journeys for ingredients and spells, I've come across a few Neopets here and there. At first, I was happy to talk with others, but I suppose I've forgotten how to properly hold a conversation after so long alone. It is exhausting. As soon as most find out about my abilities, they want something, and those who don't eventually inquire sooner or later. It's always something for themselves, a way to quickly fix an inconvenience of theirs. I think Ilere had it right by living in the woods. All I need is Eye and my ingredients.

Word about me has spread. Not so much me, I suppose, but my presence, the Swamp Witch they call me. What fools. I've had more visitors to my shack than I'd wish for. All wanting something solved for them, all wanting an easy answer... I admit I help most if they at least ask nicely, but for those who don't, this is the potion I give them instead.

This one called for almost all the ingredients I had on hand and is by far the most complicated potion I have made yet. It's one of the first potions to call for so much direct magic to be put into it, so I figured it would be a good test to gauge how far I have come. Ever since Eye left, the Brain Tree and Esophogor are pretty much the only residents I converse with, so this potion seemed like a logical way to shorten those transactions.

How infuriating. This is the first time I've made an enchanted object for another, so to confirm my queries for best outcomes, I went to the Brain Tree to see if my plans would be favourable, and he all but outright insulted me! Needless to say, I will not be visiting him again or that infuriating Esphagor either, always eating my ingredients! I'm plenty strong at this point. What need do I have for even leaving the shack at this point? I can have those who request stuff from me bring any ingredients I need. Ugh, this necklace better have been worth all this effort. The fool who commissioned it from me will most likely get himself interred anyhow. There's no changing the greedy.

I don't know why I expected Ilere to be of help this time... and I don't understand why I'm so sentimental all of a sudden. Maybe it's this blasted potion. I found it within my books - a potion to summon powerful spirits. However, it only works if someone strong enough is willing to drink it and let the spirit possess their body. With Ilere's warning of his strength, I wished we could have found another way... but my brother Bruno was so brave. I'm still not quite over the fact that he's been alive this whole time. He's somehow managed to grow so much since this all started, despite that snake oil's curse. So caring of others now...

We did it... I couldn't change Bruno back, but the rest of the town is safe. Despite Ilere's hope of my failure, I have succeeded. For all her worry about the Spirit of Slumber, he was not a hard foe. I have accomplished what I set out to do so many years ago. I can see that my family wants me to stay, but while I can not hold it against them, I can't find it within me to forgive their greed - or to stay. I'm a powerful witch now, and I should be left alone.