Alchemist

She had always been a bit of a loner. She’d always been different from everyone else in her village. No, she didn’t have green skin or snakes for hair; she didn’t put hexes on people or brew potions while chanting random incantations over a cauldron. She wasn’t a witch. She was an alchemist. The only power she was born with was an unquenchable thirst for knowledge; a hunger to learn and an endless desire to help those around her be better versions of themselves. But in her normal village, being an alchemist meant being an outcast.... Click here to read the rest of the story!