[] §Back Story§ [] I have trained many years to become a witch. Now my dream has come true! Tonight, there would be a meeting held by the witch congress, where all the witch students will become a full witch. The night came. I went to the meeting with my favorite hat and collar. I hoped I looked like a true witch. As my name was called, the lights of the fireflies melting her almost. I stepped onto the giant oak, her heat pounding. “Balloon,” the main witch said, in a loud, clear voice. “you will become…” I waited for the final statement. It was only a second long pause, but it seemed like years! “a crafter.” Wait what? I studied for witchcraft, not for a crafter! What went wrong? “You have showed amazing skill in potions and crafting. On the the other hand, your flying skills were not the best. We thought it would be the best if you will become a crafter.” I was about to shout my disagreement, but stopped as I realized it won’t be that bad. The only thing a crafter would be different is to be isolated and make new creatures. It might actually be so exciting!
