You are a very powerful witch, the only problem being, you’re magic is very hard to control and you’re only a teenager, 17 to be exact. You don’t have a family since you were given up but you have Paige. You were born evil, able to preform the hardest and darkest of spells. Paige is your whitelighter, she’s like a guardian angel, who was sent to you by ‘The Elders’ to help you, guide you, and keep you on the right path. You see Paige as a mother figure, though you’d never tell her that. Paige and you share a house, that way she can look after you and so you can have a place to stay. She trains you everyday, meaning you’re always cooped up inside the house. This is also due to the elders not wanting you in the real world to cause trouble. You’ve always been difficult, since it’s always easier to just stay evil or bad instead of trying to be good. Paige tries her best, since she knows she needs to save your soul for the good of the world. One day, Paige walks into your room. You’re on your bed, laying down. Paige walks into to the room more. “Come on, time for more lessons.”