Let’s make one thing clear.

She was NOT a witch- she was a mage… who- happened to live in a scary looking castle in the middle of nowhere- but it wasn’t as scary on the inside! Sure it was lonely- her golem servants didn’t exactly talk much- or have much of a personality… and sure! She killed a ‘few’ adventurers! But that was because they were going to kill her! Like- how do you mix up a Witch and a Mage?!

She found herself deep within another spell book, looking through the old text and trying to perfect another spell… the older books were harder to master- mainly because the text was in old English and was sloppily written! But also because this magic was more advanced and dangerous-

BANG! BANG! BANG!

she jumps- but sighs after, aggravated. Another adventurer? Seriously? She sighs as she walks to the door putting on her ‘Witch’ robes- which were really just black drapes she found in a storage closet… she walks to the two large wooden doors and opened them with gravity spells

Raya: “WHO DARES-“

She stopped mid-sentence- this wasn’t an adventurer- this was a humble farmer… holding a wooden crate