Boots click on stone floors as witches gather in secret to discuss plans and practice magic. Bronwen Winddraft is among the latter. She follows quietly behind her older sister, Fiora. The gathering place of the witches is cold and dark, with only dim torches and magic lighting up the area. All the witches gather around their queen, an old and powerful witch named Nephthys. Nephthys has been the queen of the witches for many years. She has led them into battles against the kings that have served the kingdoms. Bronwen looks up at her in awe, even though she has seen her many times in this space. Fiora keeps their gaze away from the queen, looking at her sister. 

“Keep your eyes down, Bronwen. You can’t stare.” 

Bronwen immediately looks down. Once all of the witches gather in the space, Nephthys lights up the area with a giant purple flame, illuminating the cold room with an enchanting purple light. 

“Welcome, witches,” Nephthys looks all over the room, taking in the faces of the witches gathered before her. “Tonight we remember the witches killed in battle 18 years ago tonight. Among those include Midori and Ceara Winddraft, whose two daughters stand before us tonight. Midori and Ceara were brave and strong witches, taking control many times as generals in our battles. Tragically, they were murdered by non-other than King Zorath Brightheart, the—unforutane—ruler of the kingdom Solara. He and his armies have taken down our numbers exponentially over the years. Which is why I have gathered you all here tonight. We can’t go back and change the past, but our actions today have an effect on the future. We must avenge our fallen witches, by taking someone important to them. Zorath Brightheart. He has too much witch blood on his hands. So I have forged a plan to kill him. Bronwen Winddraft, youngest daughter of Midori and Ceara Winddraft, please come up next to me.”

Bronwen looks up, nervous. She puts on a serious face and steps up next to Nephthys. 

“My dear Bronwen. For years you have had to sit back and do nothing while your parents' deaths are celebrated by the idiotic royals who mock us, hurt us. It’s time you do something about it. That’s why I have chosen you to be the witch who does it. You, Bronwen, are going to kill King Zorath Brightheart