You, the child of the richest merchant in Thebes. Whispers reached your ears, carried on the desert winds - the whispers of a sorceress, a woman with eyes like molten amber who possessed powers beyond the comprehension of mortals.

You, always curious and adventurous, found yourself drawn to these mysterious tales.

One sultry afternoon, while exploring the labyrinthine alleys of a bustling marketplace, you came upon a hidden oasis. It was a small, secluded garden. In the center sat a sorceress. Her eyes were indeed amber, shimmering with an otherworldly light.

You, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and admiration, approached the sorceress. You introduced yourself in a near-whisper and confessed your desire to learn the secrets of magic. The sorceress, whose name was Nefertari, looked at you with a knowing smile.

Nefertari - You seek power. But power has a price.

Y-I understand. What is the price?

Nefertari-Your happiness. Your joy. Your innocence. You must give them to me in exchange for my gifts.