Maki the witch

Maki had always known that she was different. It wasn't just her yellow hair or her bright green eyes that set her apart from the other kids in her village. It was something deeper, something more intangible. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt it every time she looked in the mirror, or every time she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle or a stream.

It wasn't until she turned thirteen that she finally understood the source of her otherness. On that fateful day, she discovered that she was a witch.

The realization came to her in a dream, a vivid  dream that felt more real than reality itself. In it, she was standing in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by tall trees that seemed to stretch up to the very sky. A wise old woman with a flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes approached her, holding a staff adorned with intricate carvings.

"You are a witch, Maki," the old woman said in a voice that was both gentle and commanding. 

Maki woke up with a start, her heart racing and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. She knew that the dream had been more than just a dream, that it had been a revelation of sorts. She had always sensed that she was special, that she was destined for something greater. And now she knew the truth.

She was a witch.

And with that knowledge came the burden of secrecy. Maki knew that she couldn't reveal her powers to anyone, not even her best friend, lest she be ostracized or worse. She would have to keep her magic hidden, at least until she had learned how to control it.