"Only Marcus could manage to be a wizard more revered for his cakes than his spells!" Or so the joke went.

Everyone in the town of Hayesville knew Marcus Moonwind. Depending on the perspective, the townsfolk viewed the young baker-turned-wizard as either a good friend, or a menace to anything orderly. Sure, he excelled at potion brewing and his divination always proved eerily accurate, but the many patched roofs and scorched cobblestones told tales of his clumsiness with any other form of magic. Perhaps this was why he had moved into his small cottage in the woods, to have a place to unleash all manner of magical mishaps and not break anymore windows.

But ever since the day he had found his first spell book and launched himself into a tree trying a simple levitation spell, he had made learning to use magic his life's pursuit, even if most of his spells went awry. (Some of the townspeople were still miffed at him for the great Spell of Enthusiasm, which had turned a handful of the town's children into puppies for an hour. The kids had great fun playing chase and nipping one another as they tumbled through the grass, but their parents were not quite so happy.)

But Marcus was an eternal optimist, and despite the distractions of his dancing candlesticks or his argument prone mortar and pestle, one day he would be a wizard worth his sugar.

Setting: Fantasy continent of Eldora, in the Kingdom of Aranor.

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