Good Bye Magic

Chapter 1

It was a quiet morning in the Farworks Forest just a few days ride south of Camelot. The winds were shallow and the sky brightly shined through the light green canopy. The tall trees were different shades of brown and  moved gently in the breeze. The little green leaves shook saying hello to one another. My camp was in the middle of the forest consisting of a campfire with low flames, and a makeshift wooden shack, with a few small wooden boxes outside, containing many of my belongings. Inside the wooden shack was a nap sack and a few more wooden boxes.

It was a cold summer morning, and I had just woken up, I rubbed my eyes and yond. The Spirits of the Forest seemed as happy as always. After Merlin had died, the Spirits had taught me Nature Magic. I learned how to care for the Forest and how to protect it. I wasn't capable of doing as much as the Spirits could, their magic was much older than mine in comparison. I could only mend broken branches, help younger trees grow, move the pebbles in the creek, and other small things like that.

I bet you're all wondering what I look like. Well I suppose sense this is my story I should tell you. Back then I was fairly short; almost the hight of a dwarf. I had deep green eyes, my hair was long, thick, wavey, and dirty blonde, and at sun rise, my hair almost looked like it was a golden fire. My white tunic​ and brown skirt were worn and tattered. Now, you know enough to go on.

I decided to go looking for some twigs and branches to make my morning fire for cooking and washing. When I got back to my camp, something was wrong. There was barely anything left of the fire, only embers. It looked like someone had stomped on them. I took one of the sticks I had gathered and then looked under them. There were burnt papers, leather, and wood. Why had someone burnt my books? My belongings all in disarray, scattered all about some of them tipped over and my boxes open. Whoever did this didn't get enough time to fix it before I had gotten back.

To my right, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow-like figure move with some branches. I didn't follow him so I wouldn't make him think that I had seen him. I began putting my things back in their wooden boxes and where they were before, then I put the branches in a pile off to the left of my camp. I thanked the Spirits for letting me have some wood and began to look through my books.

I was curious about who it was. I was able to tell it was some type of humanoid creature. Whatever it was had left some torn cloth, dark red in color. It looked old, stained with blood, and tattered. I looked through my old, rough spell books, and tried to save the burned ones; for a simple locator spell. I wanted to see why they were at my camp and I planned on getting some answers. After rummaging through the old books, I finally found it. All I needed to do now was find all of the ingredients for the spell. Ok, I thought, let's do this!

I looked at the book, rummaging through box after box of ingredients. I had about half of them. I needed: something that belonged to that person, some dwarf grass, a dragon scale, one red mushroom, a piece of birch bark, and a few petals from a pink and or red tulip. Luckily, I had the dwarf grass and a dragon scale.

I first found a birch tree. It was tall and slender, with small, dark green leaves. I pulled out my pocket knife and took a few pieces of lose bark. Right next to the tree was a little, bright red mushroom. And a few feet away was a pink and red tulip. It was just starting to bloom. As tinny as the flower was, I picked it anyway. I felt sorry for it in a way, the little tulip had never experienced life yet; just the beginning of it. I then thanked the Spirits again for letting me take these things and thanked the flower, tree, and fungi for there gifts.

When I finally got back to my camp I pulled out my heavy cauldron and put it over the fire. Then I pulled my brewing stand out. I was finally ready and I thought to myself: here I come and you better be ready because I won't let anything stand in my way.