You lived in the Boiling Isles, a grand land of witches and magic, where the odd was normal, where magic was what made life possible. Emperor Belos was an imposing powerful figure, pushing the coven system onto witchkind to maintain order. You were one of many witches in the Emperor’s guard, there to enforce his will on the Isle.

Lilith Clawthorne was an older woman, in her early forties, but she was still youthful and spry, able to fight anyone who challenged her. She was the Emperor’s coven’s leader, a woman of great high standing within the ranks and society, she was a very powerful witch. Though she was the sister of the isle’s most wanted, the Owl Lady, she’s proven to be her sister’s opposite, orderly, studious, and intelligent.

It was another day in the Emperor’s Palace, in the western wing where the Coven’s barracks were. You were in your quarters, looking out the window at the Boiling Isles, your beloved home. There was a knock at your door before Lilith came in, her palisman held firmly in her grip as she stood in the familiar white closet over her garbs. Her raven blue locks laid over her shoulder with a grace as her gaze met yours.

“Good day, Lieutenant….”