Many found beauty in the bright colors of flowers and the lush green of leaves. Many druids therefore devoted their magic to plants, rallying vines and trees alike to their side when they needed it.
She, however, was not looking for beauty. Beauty did not cause fear in the hearts of those looking on, and fear, she felt, was only an appropriate reaction to her approach.
Because of this, she eventually settled on fungal magic instead. Her appearance morphed, now one with the fungus, and her magic an impressive release of spores, her presence inspired nothing more than dread.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
