Stone maker-magic

You can bend the element of stone to your will, note however that you cannot use normal earth, sand or metal as they don't respond to your magic authority. That's what your father told you when he was still around at least.

By still around you don't mean he died, though, he just went and left you one day, and as your mother had been killed when you were around two years old that left your eleven-year-old self alone to fend for herself. From what his former friends told he went to kill the assassins that killed your mother (but given that none of them cared about you enough to take you in you're not sure that's the truth), though you neither know nor had the motivation to find out whether or not he did it as you joined the next wandering circus that came through your town.

They had provided you with food, a place to sleep (though not always a clean one) and a bit of free time to practice your magic and physical abilities, which at that point was all you really cared about. Looking up to the likes of Fairy Tail and Blue Pegasus you dreamed of one day becoming a strong mage, maybe even a hero!

When your mind came back to reality you were somewhat saddened by your past, but hopeful for the future that lay ahead of you. Motivated by this you picked up your pen and continued where you had left of and about a few hundred questions later you found yourself on the last page only having to sign the form and send it off.

On the way back home all you could think about was the possibilities this would open up. You could join a guild and maybe one day fight alongside your childhood heroes, or you could join a dark guild and surpass them becoming the strongest mage in all of Fiore! However, you didn't have to join a guild. You were also fully capable of just doing your own thing without anyone to hold you back, a bit like most of your life up until now, just way cooler! The only fact that stands is that you have to decide. Not necessarily now but soon!

And so you go to bed your head filled with thoughts of adventure, battle, power and fame...

You wake up on the next day at first blinded by the sunshine falling through your window into the room and straight in your eye. After breakfast you look outside of your front door, having heard the mailman coming by a few minutes earlier. Your gaze fell upon the mailbox, filled to the brim and looking ready to burst. "I thought he'd only bring the bills today but no one has to pay so many bills, right?" As you walked up to the mailbox you saw a bit of paper poking out, on it the official symbol of the council of magic. "Wait, WHAT?" You exclaimed not realising the neighbours looking at you in shock. "How did they reply already?!" Knowing you wouldn't get an answer you hastily opened the mailbox and grabbed the letter, leaving the bills and advertisements spilt out on your front yard.

You've read the letter about five times by now and still couldn't believe your eyes. You were an actual accepted and registered magic-user now, allowing you to join a guild (or not) and work as a mage. After a few minute of pure joy, you realised in shock that you still had to find an answer to yesterdays question! not wanting to wait much longer you decided...