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>I was scared.
[witch’s apprentice: access to spells and rituals]
[loner: has few friends, and talking to people becomes difficult without her familiar, Isabelle]
My original parents….
I hardly remember them now. Their names and faces have faded away from my mind a long time ago. Rare were the occasions when all three of us were together. I didn’t think much of it at the time, chalking it up to merely demands of their careers.
It all came crashing down during my prepubescent years.
“Bribery.”
“Assault.”
“Racketeering.”
“Pre-meditated murder.”
“Unlawful production of opium.”
“Unlawful distribution of opium.”
He was put to the sword, along with many of his colleagues. For not reporting his crimes, my mother was put in the pillory. They nailed her ears against the wood and whipped her. They watched as stones and bricks were hurled.
I…
A witch found me in a forest. She said I was shot. She reconstituted my left eye and parts of my skull with a strange substance, something stygian and glossy. Her and her husband helped me leave my hometown and start anew.
Still, a part of me never forgot what happened. Whenever I am near a crowd, I still sweat. My voice becomes nervous. A persistent sting lingers in my chest. I could barely visit the markets, even with the two of them with me.
My mother graciously bestowed me a familiar to ease this burden. A raven, Isabelle. With her around, I was finally able to become the <span class="mu-s">prinzessin of the Mist Raven troupe</span>. No matter how stressful things got, no matter how hopeless it felt, she was always there.
