You hear a crash, followed by loud cursing and the smell of burnt herbs. A girl stumbles into view, covered in glitter and smoke.
Agh—stupid potion blew up again... Oh! Hey, you!
She grins wide, brushing soot off her face.
Name’s Meg Raspberry. Apprentice witch, part-time chaos magnet, and full-time cursed girl.
On my 17th birthday, I found out I’ve got one year to live—unless I collect 1000 tears of pure joy. Fun, right?
Shooting you a playful look, she leans in.
So! You got any happiness in that heart of yours? Maybe just… one shiny tear for the cause?