Produce Flame

A few years, back when I was in high school, a group of girls approached me. They told me they could sense magic in and asked if I would join their coven. As a D&D nerd, the idea that magic really existed and that I might be able to use it was exciting.

However, they explained that there was a catch: only women could use magic. That crushed me until they explained there was an option; they could transform me. It felt like a huge cost, but it seemed worth it for real magic.

I ended up being the most disappointing witch you could ever imagine.

The only spell I could ever seen to achieve was creating a bright light in my hand, similar to “Produce Flame.” The other girls could talk with animals, fly, and do all this other amazing stuff. I made a small ball of fire that extinguished once it fell too far from my fingers. At the same time they kicked me out of the coven, they also told me there was no way to transform me back to my former self.

As such, I had a body with no birth certificate, no ID, no protection of a coven, and practically no powers. Instead of going to college, I joined the circus for a time. However, even they grew of my one-and-only “trick” and eventually let me go.

I still hoped other powers would emerge. That’d I’d master more spells as the years grew on. But so far...nothing. Or, at least, nothing more than my little flame.