It was finally the day! Every twenty years, a mysterious, unnamed, yet unmistakable caravan would come to the small, forest town of Greenwall. Legends, myths, and mysteries seemed to constantly swirl around this ancient looking caravan, as none could even place a name on the man who sold the caravan’s famous product for what seemed like eons. Many had asked him, and none had, or will ever get an answer. This caravan sold one thing, and one thing alone, a potion. Those who bought the caravan’s strange potion would be gifted a magic, and to those who were sick the potion could heal in only an instant! Some said the potion was made of pure elven blood, harvested from the last war. Others said it was created from the crushed horn of a unicorn, and the song of the deadly merpeople. Others still, the final tears of an ancient, noble dragon. Yet as all these things were questioned, none could debate its power. No two humans could have the exact same magic. Her father could turn into an eagle, her grandmother could see into the future when she used certain essential oils. Amy had dreamed of this day for years, and here it was at last! The last time the caravan had come Amy was only one, but now? Now she was ready! She had worked for that grumpy, old blacksmith for years! Cleaning that dingy forge, and spending none of her money. As her friend bought colorful dresses, and luxurious jewels, so that one day she might scrap together just enough gold to afford the expensive potion. Even as the heat of the fires mixed with the dry summer air Amy kept working, as she dreamed, and dreamed of the amazing magic to come. Even as the local, rich, leach, Lord Char came in only to criticize every inch of the forge, and upset Amy’s boss. She only sighed, and learned how to hide her insults with a smile. Which in the end earned the occasional bark of laughter from her boss, and the oh so pleasant look of utter disgust, and confusion from the Lord Char. That morning Amy shot out of bed, throwing on a old brown dress, not even bothering to brush her long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. As she hurried through her morning chores, her sapphire eyes glowed with excitement. She ran into the kitchen, and plopped down in her chair as her parents began to eat. “Excited?” Her mother asked. “No. No not at all.” Amy joked, scarfing down her food. “Now, when you get your power, don’t go burning down the town Amy.” Her father jested between bites of toast. “I would never!” “The first time you use magic can be an….Interesting experience, to say the least. I still remember when your father was stuck as a bird for a week until he learned how to become a human again. Had to have been the grumpiest bird you would ever meet!” Her father scoffed as he heard this. Amy, and her mother chuckle. Soon noon came, and Amy walked hastily down the dirt road towards the town. Her coin purse jingling on her worn down leather belt. As she walked into the town square, a caravan pulled by a magnificent grey donkey, strolled into the square. As the town crowded around the caravan, a man opened one of the windows, and shouted. “Come one come all!” People pushed, and shoved to get in line. Amy somehow got a good spot in all the chaos. As she got ready to go up her heart pounded in her chest, and she tapped her foot in anticipation. Stars seemed to shine in her wide eyes. As she became second in line, a poor women walked up to the Lord Char in front of her. The Lord seemed to have dressed more casually then usual today, as his usual purple garb was replaced with red, and instead of his usual five gold rings per finger he had settled for two. The women who had hobbled up to him had ragged clothes, and tired eyes, but far worse of was her child. He limped forward on a poorly carved crutch, his skin a pale green, his eyes sunken. His clothes already small for a boy his age lay loosely upon him. “Please spare some gold kind sir! The potion is his only hope!” She cried desperately, tears threatening to spill. “Get away from me!” Lord Char growled as he got his potion, and left. “Next?” The potion man asked. Amy looked at the beautifully glistening potions as they hung, waiting for her. Then at the child, to weak to have any emotions paint his small face. Amy sighed, and turned away. She opened her purse, and handed the women her coins. “You need it far more than I do.” “Thank you!” She cried as Amy walked off. Amy sat on a nearby bench. Her eyes staring at the ground in contemplation. All her life that potion was to be her mission, and now what? Someone walked up to her. Amy looked up to see it was the potion maker. “I saw what you did. Only a truly kind soul could pass up the chance to have one of my potion!” He boasted. She snickered. “It’s fine, truly. That child needed it, I only dreamt of it.” Amy said with a sad, yet sincere smile. “Well dream no longer!” The potion man cried, as he threw something her way. Amy hastily grabbed the potion, and in awe stared at it. It truly was as beautiful as in the legends. It was held in a clear, heart shaped, crystal bottle. The lid was shaped like the mighty Phoenix, and the tassels held the rune’s of old. The potion itself seemed to reflect the most beautiful of nights as it’s rich dark purple color shown with specks of diamond-like beauty. “W-Why?” Amy said in shock, as she looked up at the potion man. A few stray tears of happiness sliding down her face. The man looked from side to side, and whispered, “It’s good for business to act charitable, and I can be nice from time to time!” “Alright then. Thank you!” Amy chuckled. Quickly she gulped down the deep purple potion. It was not a pleasant taste in anyway, and it burned slightly as it went down her throat. Amy gaged, and cleared her throat. The potion man chuckling at her reaction as colors started to fill her vision. Soon a electricity seemed to build up inside of her, until every inch of her felt like a blazing fire ready to roar! Magic poured from her fingertips. She knew the power would be intense, but she hadn’t expected it to manifest like this. Around her whole cities came to life, seemingly springing out of the ground! Near a child a small brown dog jumped about, causing the small girl to laugh. Cities, people, animals, and objects, Amy saw it all appear randomly across the town. “Whoa.” Amy muttered, shocked. The child tried to reach out to pet the dog, but the moment she touched it’s seemingly fluffy head, everything that had appeared, disappeared with a resounding pop. “Illusions huh? Interesting! What are you gonna do now?” The potion man asked. “Well..” Amy looked over to the little boy who the potion had healed, and around him small colorful dragons appeared. Each colored so brightly they seemed to have flown from a painting. His eyes lit up as he laughed in surprise. Next to him Lord Char suddenly had a wolf growling at him. Foam frothing from its angry jaw as it barked at him. He shrieked, and fell to the mud with a thud. “I’ve got a few ideas.”