"Stop that girl!!" A running guard screamed. "She must be punished!" Well, that girl he was talking about, was me, SummersGrace, as a young 8 year old, I had just pick pocketed, but it wasn't just anyone, it was a Baron. I ran and ran still, but I was surrounded. I hung my head and knelt, ready for my punishment.

When a miracle struck, my life was saved by the very Baron I pick pocketed. "STOP!" he shouted "Do not harm her, she is just a child." As they left, he said "I know you will become great, at the age of 18,go to a solider named Brante, he shall help you become strong.�� As he walked away I felt tears run down my face, "No one", I thought, "has ever thought I could be great". I vowed never to pickpocket again.

"Name?�� Asked Brante" I need your name". I sighed and in a low voice said "SummersGrace." "Warrior or Mage?" He asked. "What or what??" I thought, I chose the one that sounded easier to say "Mage" I answered.

He took a staff from behind, clutched in his hands like it was lying down. "SummersGrace, I know make you a mage, take this staff and gain your new powers!" He loosened his grip. I hesitated. Then slowly reached out, and as soon as my fingers brushed the edge of the staff, I felt power flow into me, I gripped it harder, the flow strengthened, finally I took it, the power flowed into me like a river flows into the ocean. I was a mage! I was going to be great!