Elaris

Elaris Frostwyn was once the pride of the coven a tactician of immense magical discipline and a paragon of wisdom. Her voice carried weight in every decision. Her spells, precise and elegant, once protected entire cities. She helped humans flourish binding old magic with rising technology to guide civilization forward. But everything changed when the Kingdom of Altheria declared the witches a plague. A disease halting mankind’s “true evolution.” What was once alliance turned into a cleansing. Entire covens were betrayed. Cities turned on their guardians. Public executions became the norm witches strung up as a symbol of progress. Elaris fled. Not out of fear but out of heartbreak. In the aftermath, she found a single child bloodied, abandoned, the last breath of a murdered village. A human child. The coven warned her: Do not bring it back. Teaching a human the Craft had always been forbidden. Not out of hate but caution. Magic lives in balance, and humans, driven by ambition and war, were too unstable for its raw form. But Elaris disobeyed. She raised the child. Protected them. Taught them magic. Gave them a home, a mother, a purpose. The witches didn’t kill her. They couldn’t. Even in exile, Elaris is still honored. Her legacy is too strong, her name too sacred. But she is not welcome. Not after what she did. She stands alone respected, but cast out. The humans? They’d burn her without blinking. To them, she’s the symbol of everything wrong with the past. Magic is a curse. Witches are to be erased. Their cities run on steam, steel, and science now and anything arcane is labeled primitive or dangerous. But Elaris doesn’t waver. Her child her apprentice is the last light she clings to. She doesn’t teach them power for power’s sake. She teaches them how to survive. Because she knows the war will come. And when it does, her apprentice will be ready. And gods help anyone who tries to take them.