A long time ago, in a swamp in the mongolian’s moorland, used to live a witch. The thing is, she was really pretty and kind for a witch. She knew how to cure people and could hold great conversations. Numerous nomade’s tribe had became accustomed to make a detour to come see her. It was a good place to learn things and have a rest.

But caravans didn’t pass often. If there was at least one per semester it was already a lot. So the witch was feeling really lonely. She tought of having a child but if she did, she would loose her powers and she would be dying in these isolated lands. Futhermore, she wouldn’t be able to garanty the security of her child.

On a freezing winter day, she came up with a thought, that will change her life.

The cold has come and covered the tundra with his frost coat. The swamp had frozen, freezing every kind of life form that it was containing.

It was at that time that she saw a tiny purple quirky seaweed at the bottom of the frozen pond. She began to make it come to the surface with magic. To do that, she made a sphere of air and water around the seaweed to bring it up by opening a way in the ice. When she had the bowl containing the seaweed in her hands, she had a revelation. What if she transforms the seaweed into a child ?

If she suceed, she wouldn’t be alone anymore, she would be able to share her knowledge and power with someone close to her without loosing them.

The solution of her lonely life had come from the bottom of her swamp. The witch was more than delighted. She took the quirky, tiny seaweed in her house and begun the process to transform it into a baby. She worked on it for a whole week without taking any break. On the eigth day, the spell was ready.

She placed the purple seaweed at the runes’ center that she draw on the floor. She infused a part of her powers in these magic’s circles, which made them glow with a weak green light. It was a slow transformation. Everything took place inside the sphere. The seaweed contracted on itself, creating a small spherical mass. Then, a heart started to appear and begun to beat. Then a body, head, legs and finally hands. The infant form was completed, now, it was time to give him a soul. The witch took out her vials. In one of them, she had stored one of a newborn. He had died on birth and his mother didn’t make it pass childbirth.

She witch opened the vials with a lot of care. Softly blowing on it to show the way to the embryo for the young soul to found it. When the consciousness had merge with the tiny body, the child started to cry.

She made it ! 

It was a beautiful girl with big purple eyes and white hair. Her skin was a light shade of brown. The witch took her in her arms while crying in joy and called her Polyphea.

It was the greatest day of her life. Her daughter had come to her in the form of a tiny quirky purple seaweed.

The End.