Little Witch

Chapter 1: Light Part 1

"All other women, the witches, were born with magic in their heart. It was a sign of generosity and kindness. The men, however, were born with magic in their brains, showing a sign of strategy and intellect."

"A young girl named Eliza, however, was born with magic in her heart and brain. This allowed her to cast heart spells and brain spells, along with neutral spells, which can be cast by witches and wizards alike. However, it was not easy for Eliza. She was born in the midst of a war that had waged on for millennia. A thick brick wall separates the genders who had once lived in harmony. The witches who birthed her with a heart spell dumped her at the door of the men. The men were reluctant to take Eliza and considered sacrificing her for strengthened magic, an annual event that involved throwing females into the pit of blood, to increase the strength of wizard magic."

"But a legendary wizard, Gregamoore the Great, took Eliza in as his soon-to-be apprentice. Gregamoore claimed that he could teach Eliza and make her a valuable asset to mankind's army. While his claim to make Eliza powerful was true, Gregamoore had no intent on using Eliza as a weapon."

"What happened then, daddy?" asked a young girl. "Well," said an old man. "Gregamoore retired. He would raise Eliza, and begin training her when the time was ready."
"Where are Gregamoore and Eliza now?"
"Nobody knows."
The old man got up from his chair. "Well, dear, I think it's about time you go to bed. You've got school tomorrow."
"But I don't wanna go!" The girl complained. "The boys don't treat me equally and there's no girls there."
"The world is a tough place, little one," the old man said. "You have to show the world that you're tougher."
"But I'm not tougher! I don't even know any spells! When can I learn healiskin or rebirthed?"
"All in good time," replied the old man. "Remember what I said?"
"The world is a tough place?"
"Good things come to those who wait."
The little girl sighs, reluctantly making her way to her bedroom...

The next morning, the little girl tiredly awakens, rising up from her snug position. She looking out her window. It was snowing! "Yay!" She exclaimed. "No school!" The little girl notices all the men outside, looking at snow as if they'd never seen it before. There's a knock at the little girl's door. "Come in." The little girl replied. It was the old man. "What did you do, young one?"
"I didn't do anything."
"We haven't seen snow in thousands of years! Not on this side of the wall, anyway."
"What wall?"
"I have said too much," the old man exclaimed, "but you were bound to learn sooner or later."
"What is it, Daddy?"
"Young one," the old man walks over to the little girl, sitting on her bed. "I am Gregamoore the Great. And you, young one, you are Eliza..."