the origins of Mulla

Chapter Two: curiousity

Mulla may of been a sweet girl, but she was very curious. she really wanted to know more about the word of magic. since she didn't know her own magic, she tried to practise other magic from people around town!

fire magic.

fire magic, like I explained, is a conjuring magic, it's very dangerous if you don't use it wisely. she knew that but she wanted to know.. "Is that my magic?" so she went to the mister Roving's bakery. "Hello, Mulla!" Mister Roving cries out. "Hello, Mister Roving" Mulla replies. "What can I get you?" Mister Roving asks, tilting his head, raising one scruffy eyebrow while folding his bandaged and burned arms, "a hot crust bun? a b-" "Actually," Mulla interrupts "I was wondering if you could teach me fire magic?" she asks, looking down, slightly regretting the decision she made whilst feeling embarrassed. "now why would you want to know that?" he asks, knowing the answer but trying to get her to stop feeling embarrassed. "because I don't know what magic I use..." she replies. "sorry, Mulla, but your soul isn't the right one for fire magic! it's too innocent." he says, apologizing. "it's okay..." Mulla forgives him and leaves the bakery.

after that, she doesn't think that any of the magic in the town is right for her because of the "soul" perk. she turns to the library for answers like most people would. as she enters, she looks around at the wide, decorated library. it was massive! she walks to the magic section and scrolls through each book...until one of them stands out to her... she takes out the dusty book...blows of the dust...and is surprised by the title...