What I wanted

+ In the world of The Overworld, when you turn 16, you get a mystic creature to be. I myself always wanted a kelpie or a witch or maybe even a enchantress. But the Enchantresses who chose what you will be had other plans. BIG other plans. I had no idea what I was getting into when I walked upon the pedestal were I would be turned into a creature. I had grinned widly at the group of Enchantresses. They whispered among themselves. I hoped I hadn't done anything worong, so I kept the smile on my face.

"We have decided."The head Enchantress said. I almost jumped at the volume of her voice. "You, Gabi Richerdson, are going to turn into a angel at the break of dawn."

Tears came to my eyes. "But wouldn't my hair look good on a kelpie? Wouldn't my tears be perfect for a witch potion? Wouldn't my OPINION be good for a enchantress?" I asked. I knew there was some mistake. What the heck would being a angel help me for? Making my back warm with the wings? The group of angels watching nearby cheered, but I felt the exact opisite. I was so angry. I ran. I ran to my little cottage. I flopped on my bed and stayed there for a couple of hours. Then I felt a strange feeling.

The development had begun.