Pomegranate Potion

"It was late in the night, and my eyes were getting tired from peering at the faint writing on the old Greek Magical Papyri in the dim light of the candle, when suddenly a scrap of another papyrus slipped off the pile of fragile rolls. A brief glance told me it was the bill of sale for a donkey, rough writing with splatters of the black soot ink all over – the writer must have tortured his reed pen to death. But then he didn't write a book, he just sold a donkey, right? Everybody would just scribble something on the next best scrap of papyrus for that. I had a closer glance. The next best scrap – yeah. There was some extremely faint writing beneath the thick black soot ink. Note: the story continues below........."