She stepped into the portal, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation as she was transported to a new location. This wasn't the cave she was in. She now emerged in a dense forest, filled with the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves. She knew that the Witch's Galingale would be somewhere within this forest, but she wasn't sure exactly where to look.

Ophelia took a deep breath and started to make her way through the forest, feeling a sense of determination guiding her steps. She knew that this was the final ingredient she needed to complete the potion and bring back the village of Coveward. She walked with purpose, her eyes scanning the trees and bushes for any signs of the Witch's Galingale.

As she walked deeper into the forest, Ophelia could feel the anticipation building within her. She knew that this final ingredient would be the key to saving the village and restoring it to its former glory. She pushed forward, feeling a sense of excitement and determination coursing through her veins. She was ready to do whatever it takes to bring the village back to life.

Ophelia knew that the Witch's Galingale was somewhere in this forest, but she had to be careful. The witch was known for her cruel and malicious ways, and Ophelia had heard stories of those who dared to cross her path, never returning.

But Ophelia was not afraid. She had her grandmother's wisdom and her determination to guide her. She walked through the forest, her senses alert and her eyes scanning the surroundings.

As she walked, she suddenly heard a burst of cackling laughter that made her blood run cold. She knew it was the witch, and her heart raced as she prepared for the worst. But as she turned a corner, she found the witch's cottage standing in front of her.

She cautiously approached the cottage and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing the witch standing inside.

"What do you want?" the witch snarled, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"I am here to ask for the Witch's Galingale," Ophelia replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

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The witch laughed cruelly. "And what makes you think I'll give it to you?"

Ophelia stood her ground. "I am on a quest to bring back the village of Coveward, and I need the Witch's Galingale to complete my mission. Please, I beg of you, give it to me."

The witch studied her for a moment, then suddenly grinned. "Very well," she said, pulling out a small vial from a shelf. "But be warned, this potion is not to be taken lightly. It has the power to cause great pain and suffering."

"I understand," Ophelia said, taking the vial from the witch's hand.

As she left the cottage and walked back towards the portal, Ophelia couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had faced her fears and succeeded in her mission. Now, all that was left was to use the potion to bring back the village of Coveward, and she was ready for the challenge.

After retrieving the Witch's Galingale, Ophelia made her way back to the first portal, determined to return to her home realm unnoticed by the coven. She knew that if they found out about her plan, they would do everything in their power to stop her.

As she walked towards the portal, she carefully guarded the ingredients she had gathered, making sure not to damage or lose them. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes at this point.

As she arrived at the portal, she took a deep breath and stepped through, feeling a rush of energy as she entered her home realm. She looked around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds, and felt a sense of relief wash over her.

Upon arriving back at the hall from the portal, Ophelia realized she had to quickly find a hidden place to work on the potion without the coven knowing. Although the hall seemed like a convenient option, it was too open and exposed. She needed somewhere more secluded. As she stepped out of the hall, taking one last look at it, a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind, and she remembered a place that might be suitable.

As she approached the house, Ophelia noticed that the garden was well-tended, with a variety of colorful flowers and herbs growing in neat rows. She made her way to the door and knocked softly, hoping that someone was home. After a few moments, the door creaked open, and an old woman with a kind smile greeted her. Ophelia explained her situation, and the woman agreed to let her use the house as a temporary hideout to work on the potion.

Once inside, Ophelia carefully placed the ingredients on a wooden table in the center of the room. She took out her grandmother's old potion book and began to carefully follow the instructions to create the potion. It was a delicate process that required precision and patience, but Ophelia was determined to make it work.