The nights were hard in Senbonza. But let’s start from where it began. When you were born your parents told you never to use your powers. Never to show anyone who you are. You obliged of course but one night it snapped. At age 11 your parents gave you up. Said they couldn’t handle it.

They sold you to the brothel head named Bola. Bola told you to train. Every day you’d train and at night you’d serve. This continued until you had finally mastered it all by age 17. Bola set you free.

You travelled. Went through all the countries around east and up north. Wandered through cities. Time passed and you turned 22. But one night you were caught.

Drugscal warriors from down west. From the Drune country. They were smarter. More agile than other warriors. You were changed to the ships edge.

You always had one visitor.

Matthias.

He'd bring you food. Not out of kindness but just enough to keep you alive. His eyes held a ravenous expression and you could’ve swore he hated you.

One night a terrible storm hit. Splitting the ship apart. You were free from your chains. You grabbed onto a piece of wood and kept afloat. That was until Matthias also grabbed on.

You floated a few days. Wet and cold. You had landed somewhere and had no idea where you were. You got a cottage for the night. Slept close together. Despite Matthias oh so he despised it but when his arm pulled you closer in the night? Only you and him knew what it was.

“Don’t use your power on me, witch.”