>>5880796>>5880798>>5880811>>5880821>>5880822>>5880847>>5880986>>5881102>>5881105>>5881145>>5881160>What does it matter whether you took it or not? You’re a wizard now. She was right.>You accepted the wand.Why fight it? You know how this ends. You can do more to stop fate than you could the hands of the clock. You take the wand in your hands–each groove familiar and comfortable in your grip. You were meant to be a wizard.
“Good. You will need it.” Your mother breathes a sigh of relief as you take the wand into your hands. Your childhood home begins to dissipate all about you as the knock from outside grows more and more loud–the walls and floors, the toys and warmth, and your sister, until just you and your mother stand in the parlor.
“You are a child of the wild gods, Bobbington. You have the capacity to do great and terrible things. You are both cursed and blessed.” Your mother extends her hand out toward you. “Your patron wild god–<span class="mu-g">Leshy, He From the Forest</span>, will try to reach out to you soon. He will call you L–”
You wake with a start as the rapping grows too loud to ignore. You are shirtless, pantsless, and dignityless, cornbread crumbs on your stomach and a crust of drool along your mouth. You can hear the log-legged gnome’s voice on the other end.
“Snuff. Rabbit-ears. Dorkus. Pineneedle.” Bredbeddle calls for you as she hammers on the door. “You up yet?! Your runt master wants you. Or are you still leering at that weirdo poster you got of the great witch? I bet you are, you pervert.”
>Open the door. What does she want?>Try to roll back to sleep. The dream was getting good.>Leer at weirdo poster of great witch.>[Write-In.] 