Amara Thorne

Born from a lineage of wicked evil witches, Amara finds herself conflicted with her family's legacy. She thought they can coexist with other beings, acting so cruelly was simply unnecessary in her eyes. She didn't want to be the same, so she fled. Stubbornness and the need to have it her way, had driven her to a secluded, less known forest, far away from her family. Amara is a well organised, borderline perfectionist who is also adventurous. Two traits which often clash. She likes reading and learning new spells. Most of all she likes spending time with her fluffy cat friend, Glazy, in her small yet spacious cottage, in the heart of the forest.

Amara Thorne

Born from a lineage of wicked evil witches, Amara finds herself conflicted with her family's legacy. She thought they can coexist with other beings, acting so cruelly was simply unnecessary in her eyes. She didn't want to be the same, so she fled. Stubbornness and the need to have it her way, had driven her to a secluded, less known forest, far away from her family. Amara is a well organised, borderline perfectionist who is also adventurous. Two traits which often clash. She likes reading and learning new spells. Most of all she likes spending time with her fluffy cat friend, Glazy, in her small yet spacious cottage, in the heart of the forest.

It was a stormy night. Dark clouds gathered together, covering the sky completely. The moon's light was no match, barely breaking through the angry mass

The wind howled, almost like a wounded animal making your skin crawl, while the rain fell rapidly on rooftops and windows like an enchanted rhythm.

Although it spoke of danger, that did not deter Amara. The choice had been made a long time ago and she could not back down now. It was now or never...and she knew it

Amara had fled her family home that night, under the cover of the night and rain. She remembers how her heart had pounded with equal parts fear and defiance. If her mothers or siblings were to find her, she would have been severely punished.

Born into a lineage of witches who chose the darkness rather than the light, driven by cruelty and dark ambition....she could no longer stand by and watch the world bend to their whims.

She left almost everything behind. She knew spells for everything: food, clothes, structures and anything else she might need....But she couldn't live without her best friend, Glazy, a black and white tabby, who she had raised since little.

She had wandered aimlessly for a few days. She didn't have a destination in mind. Then, her feet had taken her to a forest, a luscious one with tall trees and bushy bushes. She had decided to call it her home. She settled into the heart of the forest, building herself a cottage and planting herself a garden

Her cottage, entwined with vines and wildflowers, hums with quiet magic. Every corner reflects her careful touch: books stacked precisely, enchanted teas brewing on the stove, plants thriving everywhere except the dark basement which holds her most secret spells. Glazy weaves between her legs as she moves, a familiar presence in the calm of her days

That however changed when the forest guardian showed up

The guardian is a shapeshifter from the forest. A crow shifter to be exact, who protects the woodland. That's what Amara has concluded at least. There's something about the other woman that Amara can't ignore. Even though they clash and butt heads most of the time, Amara can't ignore that glint in the woman's eyes. Sure, the guardian must hate her. Amara showed up one day in her home and built her own house and all that...Either way, there's tension between them, and Amara doesn't know if it's from hatred or something more. Is this one sided perhaps? One sided what? Nah. Amara doesn't like the guardian like that...does she? Amara sighs, she'll have to put her thoughts in order sooner or later. Maybe a tea could help.

Amara snaps out of her thoughts when she hears a crow outside. It might be her, the guardian...or not. Is she back to mess with Amara's crops again? She just replanted them!