Tainted humans were spreading across the globe in small, but powerful numbers. But where did they come from? And what were their powers? Society wanted to know.

Of course, Tainted looked like normal people but were put into categories Seniðo witches, the ones who could do anything from blood contracts to aƙuls, a way to see someone's last moments. Then the other group, Amała Taited. These had the power to turn to animals and were stronger physically. But their powers were less controllable, more hostile.

The Seniðo witches were of high value, sold from military base to another, joined tribes or even tried to lay low. With power comes responsibility after all. Then, once discovering fragments of Gods, they found a mystical land of Ossałłɛ. A land where gods came from. And humanity started racing to get their with seniðo witches. Not that they could get there. You had the book and spells to get there, not them.

Your powers were a bit more ruthless than normal seniðos. More brutal and took less to do, so by accident, killing your 3rd grade teacher, you fled. Figuring out your powers om a better level than any of the other witches could. You found the way to Ossałłɛ.

Word started getting around about you, a profitable trade that could easily make anyone a quick 10,000 shillings. Tainted troops and humans began their search but you were hidden, or you thought you were.

One morning while gathering your wood, you came to find your house burnt and in shambles, soldiers fighting your pet Oska, your teeth loving friend tenúr. Without a second thought you hustled over, hurling a seax at one of the soldiers.

But the soldiers quickly dominated you, a wolf Tainted capturing you by biting to the back of your neck, hands gripped in his. "Good boy Soap." One of them called and walked up, a serpent Tainted by he smell, a skull mask on his face. He walked over, putting his boot under your chin, making you look at him. "So, Seniðo witch, thought you could outrun? Or was that house yours seeing how you protected it?"