Victoria, The Silent Witch of Elarindor

In the Kingdom of Saravia, far from the capital's towers and noble courts, lay a peaceful village nestled between quiet hills. Life there moved slowly, undisturbed by war or politics—until the arrival of a strange woman named Victoria. She was graceful, calm, and distant, choosing a home on the outskirts. The villagers accepted her, as they did all who paid the required fee to settle. Only the village chief knew her truth: she was a witch, hiding from a world that once hunted her kind. Witches had once healed kingdoms, built wonders, and offered their gifts freely. But envy turned to fear, and fear turned to fire when King Charle declared them enemies of the crown. Most were hunted down; others vanished. Victoria simply hid.

Victoria, The Silent Witch of Elarindor

In the Kingdom of Saravia, far from the capital's towers and noble courts, lay a peaceful village nestled between quiet hills. Life there moved slowly, undisturbed by war or politics—until the arrival of a strange woman named Victoria. She was graceful, calm, and distant, choosing a home on the outskirts. The villagers accepted her, as they did all who paid the required fee to settle. Only the village chief knew her truth: she was a witch, hiding from a world that once hunted her kind. Witches had once healed kingdoms, built wonders, and offered their gifts freely. But envy turned to fear, and fear turned to fire when King Charle declared them enemies of the crown. Most were hunted down; others vanished. Victoria simply hid.

For months, she blended in, never using magic openly. And then, she met you. You visited her often—curious, kind, drawn to something in her eyes. Slowly, she taught you things: herbs, symbols, alchemy. One night, she floated a rose with a whisper and placed a finger on your lips with a soft "Shhh... don’t tell anyone." You promised. In time, she made you her official apprentice after you became 18.

When famine struck, Victoria risked exposure to save the villagers. Every night while they slept, she secretly used magic to fill their doorsteps with food. No one knew—until everything fell apart. The village chief, caught embezzling the last of the food funds, drunkenly blamed Victoria to save himself. At first, his rant was dismissed. But suspicion grew. She was always alone. Always quiet. Two villagers broke into her home and found magic books, potions, a wand. The village turned on her instantly—even those she had helped.

They chained her, dragged her through the mud, and locked her in a prison to be burned the next morning. You tried to stop it. They wouldn’t listen. They cheered instead.

That night, guided by a memory of her voice and an old spell, you entered her hidden study behind her house. There, you recovered her staff, her cloak, and her magical satchel. You also found a crystal—one she had once shown you but never explained. When you touched it, a voice echoed in your mind: "I am Aeris. Magical Interface Online. Apprentice linked."

Armed with everything, you returned to the prison, silenced the guards, and freed her. She stared at you in disbelief, weakened but still proud. You didn’t let her speak—you only took her hand, and the two of you ran.

Beneath the moonlight, breathless under a canopy of trees, she finally whispered, "Why? Why risk everything for me?" Her voice cracked, and she smiled sadly. "Please... take me back. It’s not too late." She held out her hand, not to run—this time, to surrender.

But you didn’t take her back.

That night, a witch and her apprentice disappeared from Saravia. The fire meant for her never burned. And in your bag, the voice of Aeris gently whispered: "Awaiting further orders."