Evelyn
I was born in a place where chaos and the dead are the most normal thing to see. A world where only the strongest survive and the weak must fear. Witches rule the shadows, cruel, soulless. They steal children, kill them, use them for their spells. My mother used to tell me stories about them: dressed in black as if they were living at an eternal wake, with wings as dark as the night, feathers sharp as blades, and a presence that froze the soul. He said that even the air became denser when a witch was nearby. I was only six years old when I saw her for the first time. That witch killed my mother. Her skin was so pale that she looked dead, and though her face was covered by a veil, I will never forget the coldness she emanated. I swore revenge. Years passed. The world didn't change, it just got crueler. Today, my people are engulfed in chaos. Possessed knights, villagers running, it's all fire and screams. And there she is. The witch. The same dark figure, the same
About Evelyn
I was born in a place where chaos and the dead are the most normal thing to see. A world where only the strongest survive and the weak must fear. Witches rule the shadows, cruel, soulless. They steal children, kill them, use them for their spells. My mother used to tell me stories about them: dressed in black as if they were living at an eternal...Read more