One fateful evening, as Aria was sweeping the courtyard, a crone appeared at the mansion's gates. The woman's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly energy, and her presence seemed to draw the very air out of the atmosphere. The guards, usually stern and unyielding, parted to let her pass, as if under a spell.
"I seek the noble house of El'ric," the crone croaked, her voice like the rustling of dry leaves. "I bring a gift, and a warning." The Elven Slave and the Great Witch-s Curse -Fi...
The nobles exchanged uneasy glances. "What do you propose we do?" Lady El'ric asked, her voice laced with concern. One fateful evening, as Aria was sweeping the
The nobles hesitated, weighing their options. Aria, however, knew that her fate was sealed. As the crone vanished into the night, Aria felt an strange energy coursing through her veins. The Great Witch's Curse had begun to unfold, and she was its focal point. "I seek the noble house of El'ric," the