Author's Note:

I've thought that literary elements are not always the best way to describe a situation and take a step beyond what is already out there on every book shelf. I have thought of making something a little more extreme and exciting but at the same time I want it to have many literary elements to describe each situation that a reader, writer, artist, or creationist has in common and could apply to their own works. Writing and reading are two of the most important factors throughout the world. Without reading and writing there is little to imagine and if at all some. Another important thing to make writing and reading important is art. I love to add my own inspirational works of art and writings together but it is hard when I don't know what idea to work off of.

Let me know what you think of intro so I can continue…

Intro:

The Old leathered book's bindings and faded smell of usage gave insight throughout the generations of old magic. It seems like old isn't enough to describe the dark times of dark wizardry and how much it influenced today, gone, as magic was never used and forgotten forever.

Damn the dark magic and the old English way of witches burned at the stake. This was not a time for nonsense but the town next to leaky cauldron had disbelief in what has become of the world of wizardry, sitting just beside neighbors who don't believe in magic. Magic was a hidden secret but now wizardry had been fully exposed to the muggles and none of it seemed real to any of them, non believers as we called them. But wizards and witches of the past have always lived beside the muggle. The day to day living industrialized human beings that don't use magic.

Bickering has always been quite usual and frequent in the little town, briefly named after how small it was. It wasn't at all that big compared to a small human child, but when compared to an orc spawn then the size is incomparable. The daily prophet had a bitter tense headline this late evening and the leaky cauldron was suddenly provoked into an unusual silent whisper as the daily prophet had been passed hand to hand. It was like the day had never begun…