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They say true masters of magic do not choose to be...magic chooses them.

"Three sisters, unrelated by blood sought to lead different lives. All had fallen on hardships on too young an age to understand the true workings of the world.

The first sister was abandoned. Of tricolored perfection, she lacked the luster of her sisters 2. For this she was abandoned, offered to any whom would take her. It looked as if her life would be to be a breeder, used until the time where she was sent to serve the gods in an endless loop of servitude.

Magic choose her. It knew in her the strength and promise she held and as she grew, the shape of the very night sky took to her wings. And so, she was chosen. The dark witch.

The second sister was loved. Coveted by all who saw her, she moved from home to home until adulthood. It was to be envied with how the world loved her...and yet, it was all so...hollow. Love to her should not be seen only by her beauty and so, though she was surrounded by many...she felt truly and utterly alone.

Magic choose her. For her humility, her lack of want of and greed of wealth and her desire to serve and help others. She was loved by the birds, the winter wind and blushing blossoms. She even found a mate whom to have children with and do as she always sought to do - give life back to the world. And so, she was chosen. The white witch.

The third sister lived in the shadows. An...odd child, with coloring of dirt and clay. She wasn't ugly...yet she wasn't pretty, a mix of ink and swirl. On her skin were crisp gems of lustrous blue and green. "Labradorite!" others would call her as they passed, thinking 'how beautiful!' and yet wondering 'what a shame' for something so stunning to be on someone so...plain.

Magic choose her. For her quite resolve. She would stand tall for those who needed her and she would look for a family of her own. She would learn and thrive and lead! She would take no labels. She would be no witch. And so, she was chosen. Labradorite.