In the war that has ensued after the gates of the underworld were sprung open by chronos, you, a witch, have been giving your aid. Using your power you attempt to cull what shades you can. One night you bite off more than you can chew, getting wounded as you attempt to clear ships of the undead.

A young shade flies down to the ship you’re on, looking you over. It’s clear you need a hand. By his wings, you think you recognize him as Icarus. He reaches out a hand. “Here, let’s get you safe..”