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A beautiful, blonde woman dressed in rags stands in front of Emerald. - I don't know who you are and I haven't seen you, but I feel like you're here. Thanks for letting us go. We were trapped here for fun and to feed the demons that serve the Alpha of this packhouse. My name is Sky, and I'm a white witch. If you ever need me, call me by my name. The woman passes by the dragons and runs after the others who were looking for freedom. Emerald smile. She had done well to release those poor creatures.

Title- Winter Fairy Class- Empress of Frost Element- Divine Ice (GRADE III), Light (Grade II), Polar Ice (Grade II) Level 181 HP: 16800 DEF: 3900 ATK: 9820 Mana: 7500 Speed: 74 [Skill: Swift Spell casting, Ice Shards, Conjure, Cold Breeze, Storm of Ice, Blizzard, Ring of Frost, Cryo Armour, Divine Star, Ice Prison, Absolute Zero,Glacial Cataclysm,Frostbite Apocalypse…] {Arctic Cold Domain - Complete} The silver-haired woman was as breathtakingly beautiful as I remembered, perhaps even more so with a hint of mature allure. Yet, to my surprise, she was glaring at me with an intensity that seemed out of place.

“I don’t have a lot of time. I need to ask you some questions.” Michael crossed his arms and nodded towards the sacristy. “About what?” As they walked into the angel’s private area, Haldir shut the door and sat down in a metal folding chair. “About WHO? Her name is Morana Faye.” An amused smile curled up on the tall, dark smiter of demons. “The death fairy. I thought that was quite a funny name when they gave it to her considering her gifts.” Haldir closed his eyes as his hopes were shattered. He’d prayed to his god’s and Michael’s that Morana was crazy. “So, it’s true then?”

The woman had big wavy curls and wore a white mini-skirt. She was beautiful, especially those large eyes that seemed designed to entice with every glance. Felix asked, "Do I know you?" She propped her legs up on the table without crossing them, just laying them flat. She was wearing a mini-skirt, and Felix was sitting directly across from her. From this angle, she was showing off everything possible, but she did not seem to care at all. "You can call me Bonnie Wildmare. I'm also one of the Ancient Sage's Eight Guardians."

“I think it’s about time I introduce myself. I’m Brigid, it’s good to have you back here. We have much to accomplish together.” The third, with hair the color of autumn leaves and a gaze as steady as the mountains, extends her hand. “My name is Cerys. Your journey will be challenging, but we’re here to guide you, to teach you to master your gifts.” Lastly, there’s Diantha, her hair the deep black of a moonless night, her eyes shining with wisdom. Something tells me she was the first Fate to ever exist. There’s an ancient power just exuding from her, one I can feel right to my core.

— Said Nacula, moving aside for them to enter. As soon as they entered, other sorceresses approached. They already knew what they wanted and were looking for. — I suppose you already know what we want… — Without a doubt, you don't even need to be a witch to know... Pirates only look for one and only thing, jewels. Igor laughed, staring. — Mysterious islands! No one will! — Said a woman named Jafana. She was one of the sorceresses. She was young, mixed, with very strong makeup, gray eyes, dreadlocks and tied a capulana.

After all, the fairy said they were expecting Mikki and that the Queen could feel it when she was needed. “Are you… the Silver Witch?” Mikki felt ridiculous asking that kind of question, but that was the only thing that came to her mind. The woman smiled warmly at her and took a few steps down. “I’ve been called many names before, like Silver Witch, Moon Goddess, and so on. My real name is Calli, and I must say I’m delighted that you came to visit so soon. I’m afraid it’s not for a good cause though, correct?” Mikki felt her tongue wanting to just spit out all the questions she had for the witch, but somehow, she felt like the woman already knew everything she was going to ask anyway.

Each stone was carved with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them. Four women waited for us inside the circle. The first was clearly their leader. She had silver hair that fell to her waist and eyes like liquid mercury. Dark scars covered her arms in patterns too precise to be accidental. "Matron Ysara," Eden said quietly. The woman beside her was younger, maybe thirty, with auburn hair and kind eyes. She wore robes that shifted color as she moved. "Vera Moonwhisper," Eden continued. "Their dream specialist." The third woman was built like a warrior. Tall and strong with close-cropped black hair. Tattoos covered her visible skin, but these moved and changed like l

It was a kind of beauty that didn't seem natural, almost too perfect to be human. Everything about the woman… seemed perfect. "Wow," Kira found herself muttering, not being able to hold herself back from admiring such a beautiful being. In response to Kira's admiration, the woman tilted her head slightly before she finally spoke. "We have been expecting you, Kira." She said, and lifted a hand, gesturing toward the world beyond them. "My name is Lythari; welcome to El'fiannor. The kingdom of Elves."

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.