Diary of a Wizard

Everyone calls me the Wicked Wizard of the West but that's not my real name. It's Weenas Wellingham. No one seems to get that right. But I learned to live with it. I wasn't always a wizard though. I came from a long family lineage of blacksmiths. I guess you could say that there were a lot of things that were expected of me. My mother used to call me from our main quarters as I daydreamed of dragons and magic in my room, "Weenas! Come help your father smelt the armor!" I dreaded it but I went to my father and watched him work for most of the day. My childhood was good but I was hungry for adventure. No one could stop me from learning the ways of the Western land of Worrywood. So, I would study anything I could find in the library and eventually found the book that started it all; The Book of Wobbles and Winglewoofs. It was a book of spells and I studied it front and back. Soon, in my adolescence, I was casting spells like the adult wizards and earned the nickname, Fierce Hands for my ability to hold my spells with great strength and conviction. My mother and father were proud. They would call me, "Weenas the Warrior." I believed them. Now, 10 years later, I sit in my tower having mastered myself and wait for the next great adventure! You see, I wasn't always a great wizard but a little wizard with big dreams.