Wish Witch

There once was a little which.
Even when young it was clear she was special.
She figured out how to invert gravity and conjure fire.
While the others her age were still casting twinkling lights.
When she got to her new school she finally found some friends.
People who she could relate to and accepted her for who she was.
They may not be as gifted in spell casting as she was, but she feelt at home.
But though she may be a talented spell caster, she struggled enormously in brewing.
She just couldn’t get a grasp on it, and unlike the others she couldn’t just memorize the recipies.

And so one day she got a idea.
She would make a spell to brew for her.
She was melting under the pressure and was just trying to find an escape.
And so she toweled away on it, day in and day out she wrote and rewrote spell fragments.
But it was slow, oh so slow, but no matter how slow she did make some progress.

And eventually she realized that her spell would not only be able to brew anything but also cast anything.
She was making a Wish spell.
And she had already made some progress on it.
So she dedicated herself to get it done as quickly as possible.
Though she deep down she knew she wanted to spend her time with her friends.
If just she finished her spell she could have all the time she could ever want to spend time with them.
If just she finished it,
She could fix everything,
from the brewing she couldn’t master,
to taking down the great wizards ruling the lands.

So she toiled away on her Wish spell any time she could spare.
Becouse ofcourse she would still need to continue to brew, no matter what.
If word got out that she was working on a Wish spell she surely would be told to stop such fantasies.
But she had made progress on it.
It was real, and if anyone figured that out it surely meant disaster.
So she rewrote scroll after scroll, each time one tiny step closer, each time not going for anything else.
Not hanging out with her friends, not figuring out who she is and what she truly want, just a total dedication to the project.

And one day school was over.
Tough she barely got by with her brewing, she managed it.
Of course that she didn’t have to figure out brewing didn’t matter anymore, becouse it was a Wish spell not just a brew spell.
And she realized that the friends she loved to spend time with wouldn’t be around her anymore.
And it pained her.
But she marched on.

The lack of constant pressure was nice,
Though she was somewhat lonely now.
And once the opertunity came around again she enrolled in the school of higher casting.
And she made some friends there, filling the void that had been.

But she toiled on and on,
oh so slowly,
so slow.
She finally realized how slow,
by the time her Wish spell would have been compleated,
nearly everything she would have whished for no longer would have exsisted.

Why did she ever think she could make a Wish spell?
How could she have been so dilusional.
So she cried about what she had lost in the process already.
The time she could have been with her old friends.
The time she could have spend being herself.
The time she could have been actualy working on building a future she would like.
The time she could have spend figuring out what either of those two are.
But not even an Wish spell could have turned back the clock.
So she just started doing those thing now.
With the time she does still have.

And slowly but surely she becomes happier.
And realize a bunch of things.
Some things which could have been better if she had realized them earlier.
Not that she can do anything about that, becouse still, the hands of the clock only go clockwise.
And so she learns,
Learn about wishes she has she didn’t know about.
And though a Wish spell would be able to fullfill them better that she may ever be able to,
she fullfill those wishes anyway,
not to the absolute maximum potential,
and not all of them.

But it is enough.
She is enough.
She is finally happy again.