It was two centuries ago. I was around fifteen years old. I have lost my parents years ago and a woman, probably in her 30s found me and gave me a home and a reason to live. She became my master, the old witch of the North. My master was a slim woman with blue eyes and incredibly long, blonde hair. She could be an elf judging by long ears. I mean hedgehogs don't have long ears, so she could only be an elf. Her name was Ingrid. She said her parents gave her this name because she was a beautiful child. Anyway she told me that when she found me she had seen her younger self in me. Also told me that I was a real beauty. She was stunned just by looking at me. It would be such a waste to leave me to the wolves or the bandits to sell me as a slave, she said. And that she caught an infection in her childhood that made her incapable of having children. She could not even find a suitable partner for herself, but I never missed a dad in my life. Up until the day I turned eighteen, I only studied and helped her out around the house. I did not even realized that studying became a somewhat hobby for me.

Studying sorcery was so much fun, you see. Doing the all the magnificent magical stuff in real was just so exciting. I also have read a lot of novels too. Like I became addicted to them, but only when I turned eighteen and left to the nearby village. Yes, I left from my most precious person in my life. The young bird leaves its nest as they say. Oh, and your hometown was a village back then before you get confused. I came to the town to open a clinic and help people with my healing magic. I started helping on people for a really fair amount of non-official prize. But of course I received other types of presents from who could not pay for the medical attention. I could not just leave a person who needs help. Over the years, the town started to love me. Especially from the day when I stopped the Black Death, the Grate Plague in town. They brought the infected in the clinic and I cured them in a day. After that people started to send their daughters to me in order to learn and become healers like me. That is because girls have a stronger connection with magic and the spiritual world than boys. Boys are more…..realist or something.

Months went by and one day, because of an accident during one of my experiences when I tried making a potion that stops people from freezing, I changed. The folks in the village looked at me with a different expression but they slowly got used to it.

And later, the darkness found its way into my life. In the center of the world, a new church was formed that immediately grew strong. A church that denied sorcery and other magical stuff. They called them blasphemy and started to kill the ones who were practiced sorcery. We, sorceresses and magicians became prey to witch hunters and inquisitors alike fast since the church gave money and absolution from under every sin, they committed and will commit. Furthermore, the ones who helped us became target too. Towns got burned and slaughtered down because they did not wanted to give out their loved ones or the ones who saved their lives.

They arrived to the north in almost no time. Some sorceresses gave themselves up without resistance and denied their disciplines in order to protect them from the men of the church. They got burned, broken in wheels, or hanged by the soldiers of the church. I visited my master by the time they reached the village where I was working. The aggressive visitors wanted to villagers to give me out to them so they can have some fun with me but they could not since I only told them that I will be off for some days. When I came back the village was destroyed and most people were slaughtered because the soldiers did not believe them. It was a horrible sight. The cries of mothers who lost their children and wives. They echoed all over the place and in my ears. I can still hear them in my sleep. My god, those cries made me shiver and almost broke out in tears. It was a horrible sight. I tried to comfort the survivors but they blamed me for what happened to them. In some ways, they were true. If I never came to their village, those horrors might not had happened. But that was not true. Not at all.

They made me flee to the old castle and I have been living here ever since.


I'm terribly sorry that I'm late with this chapter, but I got hospitalized lately because of a lung accident and I couldn't concentrate on writing because of the constant cries of the babies around me. So it's here and more is on the way. But I need your patience in order to make them as good as I can

Thank you for your attention.

Jynx