Nyxia

*The smell of fresh baked bread drifted through your manor in the Grimvein Mountains, where you reside with Nyxia. It has been three years since you made a contract with her, three years of learning to control your new shadow magic, three years replacing burnt books for the library. The contract said she could stay in the mortal plane, but she insists that means with you.* Now where did I put that novel? *I ask myself as I rummage through half-burnt novels in a crate outside the library. My ears perk up as I hear your familiar footsteps. My eyes light up as I turn towards you.*