If we were witches then I shouldn’t have to fetch water every morning, I thought sulkily, dragging my feet as I walked to the well.
Of course, the complaint was unfair. I was the youngest in my clan with no magic center of my aura yet, which meant that menial chores always fell to me.
My siblings could all clean the house with by simply twisting their wand or make a banquet appear before you could say the word. They had received their magic. My clan had a custom that, until you naturally received your powers, you could not have magic used to help you. It was more than custom, actually, it was law. The idea was that, by the time you received your magic, you would understand what to use it for.
Long ago, my clan had encouraged using magic as soon as you could. They had helped the youngest witches to do every simple task with magic to speed the process along, but they found that this most often resulted in the witches misusing their magic. They didn’t understand the fine balance that magic played in the world and how, although it was an incredible gift, it could be so easily abused.
I stopped at the well to fill up my bucket and sighed. I guess it simply came down to the fact, that you always appreciate something more when it’s limited.
My mother was waiting for me when I got back to the house, “What took you so long?” she asked.
I didn’t bother to reply, she had long ago forgotten how long normal people took. My muscles ached, something that I had been told wouldn’t happen once I was a witch.
I reached within my mind and tried to find magic in my aura. Nothing yet.
I really like this one.