I was absentmindedly diligent- that’s what adults described me as. Oh, I could remember my days in the orphanage as clear as sky. Miss Mary would cook the most delightful of pies, Monsieur Malcolm would read me a story before bed, and Missie, the household cat, would purr contently on the sofa and snuggle with me. But yet I still ran away. I ran as far as my legs could reach... and stumbled upon a...

A paper taken out

A quill dipped

What will you write?

About dragons and they’re mighty fire?

Or about the society, and how it’s changing?

About cackling witches and majestic unicorns?

Or perhaps a recall on the history of magic?

What will you write?

Remember, dear inker, it’s not about doing it.

It’s about doing it correctly....