“You’ve found it”, Clemens said contentedly when Stella was fully back again. “I think so but there was… Uhm…” – “A creature you’ve met and got to know its name?” – “How did you know?” – “That’s the normal way it goes when you’ve found the device ‘compatible’ with your personality. You will even learn a lot more”, he explained.
“So nobody has ever met this person before and I am the only one knowing her name?” – “Usually you won’t let somebody else get your staff but also I have never heard of such a case. They would only feel the magic but not see the spirit of it. It does not harm them if you tell their name to somebody else, yet they might feel offended as you are the only one they’ve told it. Treat this creature well as it will be your most reliable partner in battle and your life might depend on it one day. You’re now connected with a strong bonding and should not underestimate it.”
When they went home today, Stella turned to Crumble “I feel like this is a new part of my magical life and somehow I am scared. This is all so weird! Let’s just pretend we’re a normal cat and woman, shall we?” And they enjoyed their evening with reading a book and playing with toy mice. Everything seemed perfectly normal except for the staff lying next to them, shining with a sweet glow.

She looked around with panic in her eyes, not knowing how to choose ‘the one’. “It’s easier than you’d think, you see. Each of these has their own ‘character’ due to the magic flowing through it from nature herself. Take them in your hands, one by one, and you will know instantly when you have found it.”
So Stella did as he said and carefully picked up the first staff. When she closed her eyes she felt the wind in her hair and she was carried up into the sky, over the clouds until she could see the stars. She felt perfectly calm now. Suddenly, the staff took her with it, running and fighting wildly. She was barely able to hold it in her hands and not letting it go, there was so much aggression! She saw visions of flames and people fighting. Suddenly the pictures changed and there was a river, running fast as if in a hurry.
This was not the right one, Stella knew. She tried all of them, taking her time to see their visions and listen to their voices. So many impressions and characters that she could have gotten lost between them. Some were way to wild like the first one, others she almost couldn’t get in touch with because they still seemed so far away. She visited all kinds of places in the visions, from a snowy region to a crystal palace and got to know many different kinds of personalities.
After picking up another one, she stood in the sky once again and waited for the magic to carry her away. This time, nothing seemed to happen and she started feeling a little disappointed. She turned around and noticed a ray of light coming from one direction, so she decided to walk there. All of a sudden, a butterfly flew around her gracefully, smiled at her (can they even do that?) and carried on. Stella continued walking the path of light until she came to a patch of grass with a swing right on it. She was surprised: there was a girl swinging! When the person noticed her, she smiled and jumped off. “You finally arrived! I am so glad, I’ve been waiting here all the time!”, she said cheerfully. Stella was puzzled that the girl seemed to know her. “Oh, don’t worry. I am sure we will get to know each other better”, she continued and showed Stella visions of nature, magic and also fights, all flowing at a pleasant pace and she started feeling overflowing happiness because suddenly everything felt right. Finally, she saw herself right there in the vision, fighting side by side with the girl, helping each other win against whoever was their opponent.
“This is your decision only but I want you to know that I would be very happy if we could become friends. I don’t have much experience but I will try my best for sure”, the girl said, “My name is Mira by the way.”

When Stella came to the training place today, the grass was covered with magical staffs, wands and a whole color palette of gemstones. She was amazed, this was such a delightful sight! Walking around all of these little helpers, she recalled what she knew about this topic from the magic classes she had viewed on video back then: There were many objects you could transfer magic into. On the top ten list there were the things she could see right now, the top three even: staffs, wands and gemstones, be it as a necklace, in a staff or however you liked. The ‘devices’ were not able to create magic by themselves, but they had the ability to strengthen it or store it for the use in bad times.
Using spells with a wand made the magic itself take longer to hit the target (going through the wand first), but you were able to focus better and also strengthen it. A staff was very useful as you could hit people on the head with it (or somewhere else), stir a giant vessel (never use your hands for that, OMG!) or anything else. Magic for example. Only problem is that a staff was usually pretty long and therefore not that easy to take with you. Gemstones had the ability to look amazingly beautiful and store magic or strengthen it in a certain way, depending on what magic you transferred into them. They all looked so shiny…

“This is an important day for your magical career, defining you as a magician: Choose one of these and keep it forever, but you may not switch. Only one of these is truly yours for the taking”, she heard Clemens’ voice.