Aida

I was sitting on the park bench, crying silently and watching the pedestrians. I blinked once and then I wasn't on the bench. I was in an old abandoned house, the doors and walls as fucked up as my dad. Someone was standing near me, taking in my appearence. "Yesssss, very good for a gaurd," the voice said, coming from the shadows. I kept my mouth shut. I learned at an early age it was better to keep it closed than to open it and remove all doubt. The man was suddenly in front of me, his hands reached out as if to touch my face. He grabbed my head and snarled. The suivant thing I know, his fangs are causing deep pains in my neck.

~two hours later~

I woke up and took in my surroundings. I saw the man and smelled his blood. I snarled monsterously. "Now, now. Behave ou I'll have to leave toi here to die." I snarled again. "You fucking vampire!" I screamed and lunged at him. I missed par an inch and I screeched again. He left. Just disappeared. I never saw him again. He left me to die.

Asharaza traveled the plains for many years, she comes from Moonglade. WHen she was young she played with her siblings. One jour they were traveling to a new accueil when something ou someone grabbed her dragging her off. She was helpless against the massive force, she woke up in a cave alone. She wandered outside to a pond and started to weep, she was small and alone in the big world. There she was visited par the spirit of kindness and wilderness. It spoke to her in Darnassian, their common language. Asharaza was blessed par the spirit, so then on she has the powers to shapeshift and form magic for use of good. She has been on her own since then, searching for her family. Afraid she might never find them again.

I grew up in greece, my mother was harsh, she took my from my nice aunt when i was small. She trained me as a witch, i didnt want to be a witch. She forced me to.

I had to sleep on a pile of foins, hay in a small room, i was afraid to go asleep sometimes, i could hear the creatures in the basement below me.

My mom terrified me. When i lived with her i had no choice but to learn as a witch, she also made me cook.

Every week she made me go to the graveyard in the forest where the dead witches were. It terrified me, sometimes a witch would crawl out of her grave, we talked and they taught me spells. Years i livved there, until i couldnt take it anymore.

The very suivant jour i packed up my stuff and took a few of my mom's livres with spells. I left for a new life. Someday i plan to travel back to greece and take all the livres from her house aswell as stuff i could use.