A young woman with waist length snow white hair, piercing blue eyes and an innocent smile sat in the room blood strewn everywhere all around her. Body parts littered the floor and the young woman was uninterested in all of the mess. Strapped to the woman's waist was a thin black dagger that appeared to be covered in shadow. Her clothes consisted of a large formfitting cloak covered in black and grey runes.
This was what the marines saw as they entered the room. They had come to the island on suspicions of an underground slave ring. However when they docked they did not see an individual person. Warily they made their way through the island freeing captured slaves but not once did they see a slaver. That is until they came to this room littered with the corpses of at least a hundred men. And one young woman sitting calmly in the middle of it an innocent smile on her beautiful face.
"Wh-what h-h-happened here?" the marine captain eventually asked obviously terrified.
The woman regarded the man before standing to her feet. "I do not like those who try and enslave others" she said simply a smile still on her face.
"Y-y-you k-killed them?" one marine asked shocked.
"Why yes I did" the woman said as if talking about the weather.
"ARREST HER!" the captain yelled.
Not one of the marines moved forward, all of the were too scared.
The woman frowned in annoyance. "What did I do wrong?" she asked. "All I did was kill some trash."
"Wether they were trash or not. Murder is still murder and you will be brought in and tried" the marine captain growled.
The woman's frown deepened. "I am sorry that you feel that way but I can not go with you. I'm afraid my wedding is in a few hours and I really must be going" she announced.
Before anyone could react all of the shadows in the room flew to the center of the room and formed together creating a portal which the woman calmly steeped through.
And that is how the story of the Shadow Witch began.