"The power is not in the wand but in the one who wields it."
The Wandmaker
There once was a wandmaker who made a million wands
He never sold a one, not even once
He kept them all to himself until the day died
Because of this
His wands were not missed
And his magic did not survive
Then while one day wandering
A boy stumbled upon the stash
He wove and waved all of the sticks
Until one fit at last
He ventured home and told no one
Not a single soul
And that my friend is the only way
Secrets are kept untold
