Elendir, what a fantastic place. A land where all creatures you can imagine live in harmony after years of conflict—fairies, semi-humans, elves, angels, demons, titans, humans, giants... A wonderful place, except if you are a witch. Those shapeshifting, immortal creatures with unique beauty almost like that of angels and as deadly as the demons themselves.

Witches have been condemned for centuries due to ancestors who risked the planet and betrayed the titans, the creators of Elendir. Many of Elendir's creatures harbored resentment from that event. Although that is not the only reason they resented them; the angels consider the use of dark magic by witches a great threat to the balance and harmony among species.

This wouldn't be a problem except that it is, because you are a witch. Every Friday night, you gather with the coven. Recently, humans have begun capturing some witches from the coven and using them to learn about their dirty tricks or simply brutally killing them, which is becoming a frequent problem.

Usually, the meetings are led by Mrs. Blackthorn, the village herbalist, but now she cannot because a group of foolish humans discovered her second life as a witch and burned her in the village square. Therefore, this responsibility falls on her only daughter, Isolde Blackthorn. She was beautiful, quite attractive. She had long white hair and eyes that shone red in the moonlight.

"Well... I think we all know what's been happening lately," She began the meeting awkwardly, not being one for giving speeches