Memoirs of The Blanc Witch

When the first light illuminated the world, all of its marvels unveiled. It is when the primordial being awoke from his slumber.
The blinding light, it is soothing, it is permeating.. the blanc witch received the breathe of life from it. When he woke up, it felt like he has a very hard mission to fulfill. Something that urges him to live.

A formless entity come before him, a light that felt nostalgic, like it was not his first time meeting it.
"Child, I want you to live for the sake of this world." it uttered in a language that seems like any creature can comprehend.

And then the witch stood erect as the light ordered him, the trunk of the elderwood where he was laid for a long time collapsed. The light gathered the fragments of the wood created a staff,

"Take this my child.. it is rightfully yours.."

And so as he received the gift, the light gradually faded. Just like a part of his body, he naturally harnessed the magicks of his staff to clad himself and started his almost eternal wandering.