As you grew up, magical spells and such were the norm. Everyone knew everything there was to it, besides a specific kind of dark magic.

It was said only the highest rankings knew anything about it, even then information was scarce. Odd occurrences began happening around the village and by pure coincidence, you always there to help out with the spells you knew. The amount of times people got attacked by unknown creatures was disturbing, but it got you some recognition.

You were heading home from the farmers market and everything suddenly went black. You awoke in what appeared to be a witches den. You realized you were tied up to a chair and a young lady stood in-front of you. "So this is the little brat who keeps interfering with my plans, hm?"