ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello! I'm Astra. This is my story. One day, 8 year old Astra, (me) was walking in the Enchanted Forest, when a bunch of kids laughed at me. I was the only witch in the  Enchanted Forest who couldn't make potions like everyone else. This story happened in what I see as winter. Listen, my mother (Arboris) and father's (Gustin)  powers are strongest and associated with spring, so their entire lives, they've been seeing the world as spring. My powers are spacey, and space is cold, so I see the world as winter. If you have a power that isn't associated with a season, you see the world as a human, like my younger brother, Gotcha ( He's great at pranks). Back to the story! We must focus! I ignored the kids as always, but I felt sick 

to my stomach from what they said. Everyone was calling me a weakling because potions are how you channel and give away/ recieve powers.

WHY ME!?!?!?!?!?

 ( You still keep your power after giving it and/or recieving one). Without them, you can't unlock your true potential, so you're weaker than the rest, no matter how strong your true powers are. I lifted my finger up, and made just enough magic to create a purple and blue sillhouette shorter than me. Then I opened my fist, causing the figure to chase the kids until they ran away. I  sighed. "I'm hopeless." I thought to myself. All I was trying to do was to go to another magicaneer ( Someone who helps people fix their magic), because my mother wished to do everything in her power to help me make a potion. I appreciated her concern, but I 

HATED the sessions for two reasons: one is that everyone bullys me when I'm walking to the magicaneer's house, and two is that the sesions are boring. All they do is sit there and talk about your inner soul or something. I've been to so many magicaneers that I lost count. Something around one hundred twenty. I wish I was just normal.

Okay. I must sleep now, as  it's getting harder to sleep nowadays. Goodbye for now, fair Reader. 

            My enchanted bed.

Why hello there, reader! I surprisingly had a good night's sleep! I am in a happy mood today! The only reason I can't sleep nowadays is because people are ConsTantly bullying me these days... more than usual. Back to the story, I was just walking to yet another magicaneer's house. I learnt that his name was Ryan and that he came to the forest in hopes of fitting in. Then he said that he came here on a unicorn, which I knew was a lie, because most witches and wizards HATED those

creatures. Only the misfits ( like me!) were okay with them, and I could tell he was DEFINITLEY NOT a misfit. 

Anyways, he said something about your inner zen, calmness, and something called social awareness or something. An hour later, I walked out of his home sadly. ''Ugghhhh!!!!" I said quietly. " Magicaneers." I thought. I came home, ready to eat ( I was famished from all of those calming activities!). I quickly ate my dinner, and I went to bed. I couldn't sleep, but not because I was sad or angry. I was excited! Oh, how good it felt! Those nervous jitters dancing inside of me! I was so happy! It was my first time being excited, so you can't blame me (haha.). I felt amazing, but I didn't know what I was excited for. It was hard to settle down, but when I did, I heard Mom and Dad talking. 

Arboris, we both know she's a burden for the forest. She needs to be removed." Dad said. "What?" I thought. " No. She is our daughter. We can't remove her,  but we need to do something about it." Mom replied. "What? We've asked EVERY magicaneer in the forest, and we can't venture into where the humans live. They'll just hunt us down and kill us" Dad asked. "We only have one option left. Remove her magic." Mom answered.  "Remind me why we have to do this again." Dad said. "You know this, Gustin. Her powers are the strongest in the forest, but she doesn't have potions, so she can't channel her powers, leading to losing control of them, going mad, and eventually losing her mind and blinding herself with rage,