Magic was always a cruel gift to bare, for those born with it, and those who had to live with beside it. But no magic was more crueler a curse than one of a Shape Maker. Rare born ,the Shape Maker, that some would have called them a myth or legend.
Till the day rumors spread across the land of a Shape Maker being born to one unlucky family and one certainly cursed village to receive such an afflicted burden upon them.
Something that came to mind. Nothing more than a thought.
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