Anyone can carry a wand. Almost no one is born with the power that made it. A barbarian girl and a bookish wizard go looking for the reason why.
The six One god to every vowel. Pick one.
Ashrid is marked at birth and driven out for it. Ethgar has read every book in his uncle's house and believes the world is hiding something. Neither of them knows yet that the answer to where magic comes from is the same answer to what happened to everyone who used to live here.
Ten books. A hundred pages each. Every one of them ends by telling you something true that you would rather not have learned.
One power, handed out at birth by nothing in particular. It might be fire. It might be the ability to find lost buttons. It grows if you live long enough.
Born with the first power, and able to learn more after it. The first one always stays the strongest. Everyone remembers what it was.
Can make a spell that has never existed. Every wand, every prayer, every holy symbol in the world was somebody's idea first. Roughly one is born each thousand years.
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