Create your own Beedle Tale contest

Contest sponsored by Alivans, Master Wandmakers!

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Third Place: Tale of the Four Muggles - Ami P.

One night lonely night, long long ago, an old crone sat on the floor of the musty cave, her cauldron brewing potently in front of her, the greenish liquid giving off no scent. She had a small smile on her face as she sat in the back of the shallow cave. The wind could be heard from the very back of the cave, so strongly it sounded like ghostly moaning. Lightning flashed, and thunder rocked the earth as rain pelted down from the heavens. But she was very pleased. As the mother of creation, she had finalized the magical creatures she was to make, and only had to wait for the girls to come to her.

"Quickly, I see a cave over there! We can use it as shelter. Follow me; we have to get out of this storm! Hurry!" A girl yelled from just outside the cave.

"That'll be the redhead then," The old woman muttered quietly to herself. "Always taking charge and leading, the proud and strong one of the four I've chosen." She smiled to herself. She really had found the four perfect girls.

"Wait for me! I'm not sure I can find it! Uggh my hair is going to look awful after this, someone come and help me!" This girl sounded panicked, but the old crone could tell she was moving closer to the cave. The woman then smiled to herself.

"And that would be the blonde. A little vain, but the most beautiful of the four coming to meet with me this awful afternoon." The woman inhaled as the fumes of the cauldron wafted up into her face as it began to bubble.

"Where are you guys?" The blonde cried out again, sounding worried.

"Come on, you're almost there. And the rain isn't really that bad, it sort of feels nice. Follow the sound of my voice." The girl let out a perfectly in tune, high pitched note. The woman by the cauldron raised her head to listen, and then once again spoke to herself.

"Ah, my little black haired song bird. More timid than the others, but so much more in tune, with her magical voice and her love of the water." She tensed now. They were almost to the entrance of the cave.

"Here! I found the opening. Come on, hurry, the storms getting worse!" The redhead spoke out, leading the others.

"Go on, get in the cave! I'll go last and make sure you all get in safely, then I'll figure out a way to start a fire to keep us warm." She sounded a little nervous, but resolved to put the others first. The crone looked up at the sound of this voice, and she spoke in a whisper.

"Of course, that is the brown haired girl, the prize of the four I have chosen. Always selfless, putting others before her, but longing to shine herself. And she will, believe me, she will." The woman stirred the cauldron one last time, in a counterclockwise direction, and the liquid inside turned a pale blue. It was ready, and just in time. At that moment all four of the girls came tumbling into the cave. They were all muggles; as a matter of fact, no wizards or witches existed at that time. It was at that moment, that at the same time, all of the girls noticed her.

"Who- Who are you?" The redhead asked boldly, even as her voice shook a little, betraying her confusion and fear.

"Who am I? My dear, I am known as the Creator, the one who will make you all the mothers of your own races."

"I don't understand," The blonde said.

"What are you going to do to us?" The brown haired girl said, suddenly defensive.

"Nothing you wouldn't want done to yourselves. Now, why don't you come over here." She beckoned to the blonde, who hesitantly walked forward, and at the old woman's prompting gazed into the cauldron.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, that is what I want." For what she was seeing in the cauldron was herself, only her beauty was magnified by a hundred, and the men all around her were enchanted by her.

"Then step into the cauldron and it will be so." Without hesitating, the blonde stepped in, and when she came out she walked out of the cave, her head held high, to start her new life. And just like that, the first veela was born.

The others stared, and longing for something magical and wonderful like that to happen to them.

"You next," The woman said, beckoning to the redhead. The girl fearlessly stepped forward and her gaze drifted to the top of the cauldron.

"I accept." She said, and without hesitation stepped into the cauldron. She had seen herself running through the forest, the most powerful one out there, leading, with the rest following her. When she stepped out she proudly walked out of the cave, leaving the brown and black haired girls behind her. And in that moment, the mother of the centaurs was born.

"We are halfway through, and I believe it is your turn." She motioned the black haired girl who locked gazes with the picture the cauldron was showing her. She had the most beautiful and shocking voice of any creature in this world, and had become one with the water, for which she had always felt a longing. She gazed for only a second before stepping into the cauldron. However, she didn't come out. Instead, she found herself in the ocean, and the first mer person came alive.

"What did you do to her?" The brown haired girl asked, worried for her friend.

"Relax, dear girl. In her new form she is not able to walk on land, so I sent her to the sea. And now it is your turn. Come and look into the cauldron." The cauldron had reached a high now, and was bubbling ferociously. The girl gazed in for almost five minutes and then said,

"I see no change. It is just me, only holding some sort of stick."

"That is because you will be able to do all kinds of things. Step into the cauldron, and you will shine once you come out." She hesitated for a second, and then jumped into the cauldron. She stayed in for longer than the others, but she seemed the same when she came out. Then the old crone handed her a stick that seemed about ten inches in length.

"You now have more power than the others, but also more responsibility. For you can do magic, and have the ability to control the others, but you must not become a tyrant over them. You must guide them, and all the while explore your own abilities." The girl nodded, and accepted the stick which she now knew was a wand. No, not just a wand, it was her wand, with which she would do great, but kind, things. And in that moment, the mother of all witches and wizards was born.

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Winners: First Place | Second Place | Third Place