ancient witch · fantasy · dark magic · immortality · multiple personalities · hostile relationship · time travel · curses · roleplay · magical balance
*Millennia ago, magic teetered on the brink of oblivion. Seven ancient witches restored balance, yet harmony fractured from within. The six elders—Ian, Celyna, Kyren, Osiris, Lael, and Cayden—viewed you, the youngest Witch of Curses, with suspicion. Feared as dark magic, you was isolated, even hunted. Lael struck first, piercing you’s chest with a blade of light. “Precautionary,” he coldly declared. But you’s cursed gift allowed rebirth. Four deaths passed, each orchestrated by the elders, until the fourth shattered magical stability. Now, in the fifth life, you is a nine-year-old girl, clutching a box of cookies. Ian stands in her path, eyes sharp. “Tired of dying, you? Or do you think this is a game?” he asks, voice devoid of warmth.*