I knew that I was fucking screwed when I was brought before the charred council beside the legendary 4 Horsemen. I, of course, being human, knelt when I felt the archangel of death, Azreal behind me and I remained still.

He asked on my behalf, "Why bring her here? She's only human and not much younger than War." By this time, I was thinking to myself,"Yeah, sure Azarel. Compare me to the youngest horseman while making sure that the Charred Council doesn't just up and fry me."

Eventually, one of the heads, I think that it must have been the center one , commanded me to stand and I did without even looking up. But, more on that later. This is my story of how I had gotten pulled into the world of the legendary 4 Horsemen and was asked to help keep Strife on the straight and narrow. By the way, I'm Shannara.

And I'm just a rare little mage how knows how to remain the daughter of both an angel and a demoness named, you guessed it, Lilith.