Despite years and years of conflict, and deaths reaching beyond what the mind can even fathom, the world continues to wage war amongst themselves. Those in power wish seem to wish for peace but are not willing to give any concessions at the same time. The nations of the world, such as Tufe; a nation with infinite spells to victory, Rikta; a nation able to bend the elements to their will, and Oslionia; whose ingenuity is their source of pride, each feel as if they still have everything to gain and nothing to lose. The seemingly impossible question then for this world is has become this; Can a world that seems to be built on war, know peace?
My name is Malia Powers and this is the story of my failure. I was born of two witches, making me evidently a witch. Every witch is born of one of the elements. The element you are born of determines the powers that you can have and the type of magic you can learn. The element you have manifests itself on the skin in the form of a mark. Back to the part of my failure, there are many rules of my kind, but there is one rule that is enforced the hardest... is to never be seen using magic by non-magical beings and I may have... I guess you will have to read the story if you want to find out how I screwed that one up.
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