MadGoggles

Toxic hadn't turned out well. He had one eye due to mistakes in the cloning process and had a tinge of glowing green around him from radiation poisoning. But he was the best pet Rebecca could ask for. He was a small green sphere with two black eyes and he enjoyed hopping around the labs everyday. He was the only friend Rebecca needed, even if he couldn't talk. She didn't need any other friends. They all made fun of her for her love of science. But Toxic was the only friend that would do as she said, help with her lab work or even seem the slightest bit interested. There were other reasons Rebecca didn't have any other friends... but she doesn

Lessons had been going on for a month now, each day, at sunrise, in our clearing. We made animals play hide and seek in the forest. We made a miniature replica of our cottage. We made statues and cats and trees. We would spend long afternoons in the warm sunshine. Lessons with the Sorceress were fun, and the Sorceress seemed just a little bit happier each day. I never knew much of what her life was like before she took me in, she refuses to talk about it. But whatever it was, it had made her lock herself away, and for 23 years, do nothing but practice her magic. Alone. I was glad she had found me, we were both happier for it. The Sorceress a

We trudged through mud and dirt for what seemed like an eternity before finally reaching a small clearing, and by the time we had stopped in the opening I had accumulated a number of nettle stings on my legs and ankles. I should wear boots next time. The Sorceress sat me down silently on a fallen log and stood in front of me. She began to speak quietly. "As you will know by now, today, your thirteenth birthday, I will be teaching you the ways of Mist Magic. I must warn you, performed incorrectly the effects of this magic will differ from person to person; from a high fever to debilitating agony. But with excellent skills and extreme precision

I woke up to the warm glow of the morning sun on my back. Slowly, I pushed myself up from bed and blew the hair out of my face. Today the Sorceress would teach me Mist magic. I had been waiting years for her to teach me about this special type of magic, but I had to be 13 years of age to learn it. Before I carry on, let me tell you about us. I was an orphan of dryads left in an old care home falling to pieces. Now we both live in a small wooden country cottage overgrown by beautiful plants and vines. I've been with the Sorceress since I can remember and because of my parents I have forest magic, so the Sorceress can teach me what she knows. I