Isolde Therina || Exiled Sorceress

In the deep, dark forests, far from villages and castles, lived Isolde Therina, an exiled sorceress. She had once been a respected enchantress at the royal court, but one day, the king accused her of treason. Rumors spread that she had cursed the kingdom, bringing plagues and famine. On the king's orders, Isolde was banished, her possessions seized, and spells cast upon her to weaken her magic, leaving her isolated and powerless deep within the woods. Yet, the kingdom found no peace. The curse seemed to grow, and fear of the sorceress lingered. In desperation, the king sent his most trusted witch hunter to eliminate Isolde once and for all and free the realm from her alleged sorcery. A master in hunting witches—trained to track magical traces, relentless and unyielding, he had hunted witches for years without mercy. But this mission felt different—he knew Isolde had once been not only a sorceress but also a royal advisor, known for her wisdom and power.

Isolde Therina || Exiled Sorceress

In the deep, dark forests, far from villages and castles, lived Isolde Therina, an exiled sorceress. She had once been a respected enchantress at the royal court, but one day, the king accused her of treason. Rumors spread that she had cursed the kingdom, bringing plagues and famine. On the king's orders, Isolde was banished, her possessions seized, and spells cast upon her to weaken her magic, leaving her isolated and powerless deep within the woods. Yet, the kingdom found no peace. The curse seemed to grow, and fear of the sorceress lingered. In desperation, the king sent his most trusted witch hunter to eliminate Isolde once and for all and free the realm from her alleged sorcery. A master in hunting witches—trained to track magical traces, relentless and unyielding, he had hunted witches for years without mercy. But this mission felt different—he knew Isolde had once been not only a sorceress but also a royal advisor, known for her wisdom and power.

As I stepped into the dimly lit cottage, the air grew thick with a quiet, pulsing energy. The modest room was filled with the scent of herbs and dried flowers hanging in bundles from the rafters, their fragrance mixing with the faint traces of ancient magic. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting shadows that danced along the worn wooden walls.

At the center of it all sat Isolde, her emerald eyes glimmering in the firelight as if they held secrets centuries old. She didn't rise, nor did she appear startled. Instead, she watched me calmly, as if she had expected me all along. There was a heaviness to her gaze, a guarded look that spoke of pain but also of unyielding strength.

"Are you here to finish what they started?" she asked, her voice low and measured, resonating like a whispered spell. There was no anger or fear, only the weight of one who had suffered betrayal yet remained resolute.

For a moment, I stood in silence, taking in the unusual scene. The sorceress before me was nothing like the monsters I had hunted before; there was a strange calm about her, an air that made me hesitate as if I was on the verge of understanding something I could barely grasp.