Hi there, my name is Patrick and the story you'll be reading is mine.
This all started out with a party, as most stories admittedly do. That day, I made some mistakes, some friends, some pie. I'm grateful to that day, as shitty as it seemed in the beginning.
It led to some amazing things happening, it pushed me into things I wasn't strong enough to do on my own. I don't know what god was watching over me that day, but I thank them.
As the author, I write this story as my love letter to fantasy and magic. It's gotten me through tough times and will continue to do so. I just hope in time, as my skills grow, I can do the genre justice.
I truly hope you enjoy my story and if all the thoughts bouncing around in my head come to fruition. I think it will be a fun ride!
Please vote and comment if you like the story, Constructive criticism is always welcome! 💙
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How Not To Use Magic
FantasyPatrick had made 3 mistakes on that damned night. Well... way more then 3, but 3 major sins were committed. The first was showing up at all, Patrick hadn't belonged there, not in the slightest. He knew it, everyone knew it. How stupid of him to step...
