text: Wurrem was believed to be the kindest wizard, by almost everyone in Evrit. He used his magic to help, and heal the sick, and wounded of the village, Evrit. Wurrem found it his passion in life to care for others. This made him very different from many other wizards who used their magic to gain power, and control. Wurrem was still young though, and had much to learn. He wanted to make a name for himself by helping the world. But this was difficult to do when he lived in such a small village as Evrit. And so Wurrem had an idea to create a wand for healing. It would be able to heal anything it touches instantly. But making a wand like this was not an easy task. He needed a branch that had to be gifted to him from the trees. This was not too difficult though, for he had helped the trees before.But the second thing Wurrem needed was more of a challenge. A bone taken from a living person. To Get this he used a healing spell and duplicating spell at the same time to remove one of his ribs. This was very hard though to use more than one spell at a time. But once Wurrem had both the branch and the bone, he was able to make the wand. To do this he used magic to mend them together. This was very tedious, but when it was finished it was like a long spiral. Then he set off on his way. After a few days on the road. And several people helped. Wurrem was stopped by a group of men. The apparent leader asked him where he was going. Wurrem answered in a cheery voice “I am off to help the world.” The leader (Koled) responded “Alright, then you wouldn’t mind helping us out. Would you?” Wurrem “Oh yes absolutely. How can I help.” Koled “Hand over your satchel.” Wurrem “I’m sorry you may be confused. I can’t give this to you.” Koled “I didn’t finish. Take off your clothes as well and give them to me.” Wurrem “No I cannot do that.” Koled “Well I guess we’ll just have to take it then.” The group then proceed to attack Wurrem, with one of them stabbing him in the chest. While going through the satchel they discovered the wand. Though having never seen anything like it they assumed it was some sort of dagger. And so Koled held on to it. They then mounted their horses to ride off. But Koled’s horse wouldn’t move. This was new and infuriated Koled. In a fit of rage he stabbed the wand through the back of the horse's head. The horse reared on his hind legs, throwing Koled to the ground. The wand now stuck in the horse’s head. It healed itself, sealing it there forever. The immortal horse named Unicorn was stuck with the curse of healing anything it touched. This is one of my first stories so any criticism is appreciated. I really like the idea of this story and kind of want to rewrite it but longer and with more detail.