There once was an alchemist, who lived in a little house in a little town. She toiled day in and day out to provide her little town with whatever they asked of her, for that is what she was taught to do. "Give me an oil for my skin." a man would say, and the alchemist would oblige. "I need a potion to help me stay awake." a woman would say, and the alchemist would conjure it up. "I want a perfume that smells like roses." a girl would say, and the alchemist would provide. "I can't sleep, for nightmares plague me." a boy would say, and the alchemist would help. But the alchemist would say, "My chairs are old and broken." and the carpenter would respond "that's such a shame." and continue with his day. And the alchemist would say, "It's too difficult for me to carry back firewood." and the lumberjack would pretend not to hear. And the alchemist would say, "My hands refuse to be steady, I find it hard to rest lately." and the mayor would retort, "We all find it hard to rest lately. I need an ointment for my bones." So the alchemist would create an ointment. One day, the mayor called the town to a meeting. "The hunter found a great monster hiding in a cave," he said. "it is the source of our terrible nightmares, how should we deal with it?" "I cannot go and kill it, for my leg was injured when I fled," said the hunter. "We cannot use smoke to run it out, for our wood must stay stocked for the winter." said the lumberjack. "I cannot make a dessert to lure it out, for my wheat has rotted due to disease," said the baker. And the little alchemist stood up and said, "I shall make a fragrance so strong it will drive the monster away." So the alchemist brewed up a bottle and left for the monster alone, for no townsfolk volunteered to go with her. And the alchemist entered the cave, armed only with her bottle and a dagger. And she was greeted by a terrible monster made of eyes and darkness darker than the night sky and the void beyond. "What a brave little snack that has delivered itself," said the monster. "I am no snack." The alchemist said. "I came to free the townsfolk from your nightmares." The monster laughed a terrible laugh. "You sacrifice yourself for them? Your soul is so easy to read and we see you know they have no love for you. You are too strange for their tastes." The darkness grew until it surrounded the alchemist and she could not see the cave anymore. "You're a foul beast." the alchemist said. "It is in your nature to be cruel and deceitful and I will have none of it." "The only deceitful one here is you, alchemist." the monster said. "You are deceitful to yourself, you refuse to see the truth. We will show you the truth." And the darkness got closer and colder until it started to completely consume the alchemist. "You will soon see all of reality for what it is and you will thank us," said the monster. "I will not succumb to your lies. You will leave this town and her children alone, hate-filled creatures!" The alchemist said, and she took the dagger and uncorked the bottle and the darkness swallowed her whole. And the alchemist returned to the little town, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger in the other and she woke the townsfolk from their sleep and told them that the monster would terrorize them no more. And since the townsfolk's nightmares had disappeared as they had slept, the mayor decreed this a time for celebration. So the town celebrated. They all danced and sang and partook of pastries and burned a great bonfire. And most of all, they toasted to the brave Alchemist, who selflessly risked her own body and mind to free them of a terrible horror. And yet, no one, not the baker nor the carpenter nor the mayor nor lumberjack nor hunter, not one soul in that town noticed the terribleness to her laugh or her crooked grin or that she never once put away her dagger. Or that her eyes, once green and bright, were now darker than the night sky and the void beyond. The end.

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In this shit together

Mara and her party were summoned into this world together and they have gone through it. She hates to admit it but she has grown a soft spot for them. She has slowly been accepting them as a part of herself, allowing them to benefit from her selfish and self-centered nature.

Hatred

A being that somehow managed to get into Mara's head, Mara despises her greatly. She vows that the next time she runs into the witch, she will die by Mara's own hands.