the origins of Mulla

Chapter one: the village of magic

thousands of years ago, there lived in a large village full of the kindest people. The Village was in the middle of the Forest of Kakola, the Saviour of magic. She's the reason we found our gifts in magic, she was the one to fight the demons with Holy Magic, to survive on Fire Magic, to create the forest with Nature Magic. with this forest, we could use our magic to it's full potentials. the vines of the forest crept down into the village and up the walls, It did not harm any of us for it is as small as the sticks that hang from the trees. the homes were made with many large rocks, carved with beautiful, swirling patterns. the Roofs were made with golden straw, tied into a bent formation to make the water from the clouds above run off onto the soil to grow the emerald plants we know as grass. each house had stairs you could walk up to get to a platform made of oak wood, which had a large cover over it to stop you from getting wet whilst you get to the door. The doors were Hazelnut with golden door knobs with glistened in the sun.

 yet they were different to other villages and towns. these people knew magic, a powerful technique that very few people knew, this allowed the user to manipulate their surroundings or even create what they wish. The priest, named preacher Gabriel, knew Holy Magic; an ancient magic used by the angels to keep away demons and keep peace at bay. when you used this magic, you would have created light, which would have started your spell. the baker, named mister Roving, knew fire magic; an average type of magic which allows you to conjure and control the flames. of course with this magic, you are able to pick up any flame you see with your mind, and do special things with it, providing you have a powerful imagination. but there was one girl in the village who was different to the rest. This girl's name was...Mulla. she was a beautiful young girl who won the hearts of every man she met. her personality was one of her best parts. she was a curious lass with a kind heart which warmed others. Yet there was one problem which made her head spin with questions and confuse every other villager in her home...This problem was with her magic, she did not know it.

Mulla lived with her aunt, aunty Leila, in the smallest cottage in the forest. strangely, Mulla and Aunty Leila did not live in the village, they lived in the forest. it is made of plain wooden planks and logs to hold it up. the vines of the forest crept up the walls of the house and into the windows. this cottage was around for decades, belonged by her grandmother and her grandmother before that. Aunt Leila was a sweet old woman who knew the magic of bakery. it is a strange magic but it comes in handy when you are hungry. she barely ever tried out new recipes from her spell book (which she calls her recipe book). Mulla knew she had a certain type of magic, Leila theorized that it was the magic of manipulation, a magic which only the strong-willed could use. if you had the magic but you were not strong-willed, then you can't use it. what the magic does is it enters the "mind" of the particles which build up the item you are aiming for and forces it to change it's position and maybe even multiply.