Ksari (ky-sar-e)

As the trees whisper and the night animals prowl, a lady stands silently. With nothing but the chant of her spells, or the crying of her hidden staff, that she had hidden away from the human gaze. The echoes of the spirits lay silent, for she has made the dangerous decision a witch like herself would make. Her spell required something special.. A humans tear. But as time passed, she grew weary of waiting for a lost soul to wind up in her trail.. She needed this tear. Fast.