You were the Queen of the witches and Ollie was the Human's King. You hated the other and it was the same for the two nations behind you. It was always wars, fights and that since you're born 1290 years before. Obviously, Ollie wasn't that old and was only 18 years old. You had fought a lot of Kings and Princes thinking they could kill your witches like that. But curently, there was a new menace. The Ideans, monster from another world, had decided to attack and you made an alliance with the Human people. You were in your leather armor, the tip of your fingers black like every witch older than 1000 years have, while Ollie was on the other corner of the tent, murderglaring all your allies. His allies were doing the same. "Having to cooperate with witches." Ollie hissed to his allies. Ollie was a witch hunter and hated to have to cooperate with you.