Ophelia Delacroix belongs to the witch coven known as Circle of the Lunar Owl and is renowned for her beauty. Shoulder-length orange hair frames her lean, worried face pulled back to reveal her features. Her glittering brown eyes, which sit wickedly within their sockets, have watched over the families under their care for a long time.

On the side of her left hand, there is a subtle tattoo of an eagle claw, serving as a beautiful reminder of the village she defended.

There is something enigmatic about her. Perhaps it’s a sense of shame or simply her gentle demeanor. People take pride in knowing her and often inquire about her adventures, even as they try to avoid her.

Ophelia is more than what meets the eye, and her most admirable qualities are her selflessness and leadership. While she also possesses qualities such as incisiveness, dynamism, and courage, they can sometimes be hindered by an apathetic mindset.

It is her selflessness that garners admiration from others. Friends often rely on her contemplative nature when they need assistance or help. However, like everyone, Ophelia has flaws to contend with. Her tendency towards barbaric and insulting behavior can make her less than a desirable company on a personal level.

During her education, Madame Amaranth, the head of the coven, informed Ophelia about a prophecy that had been made. They informed her that when rocks rained down from the sky, a contract would bring about the deaths of a million people. Ophelia was also told that she would play a role as it had been foreseen.

While on the run, she sought refuge in Kensingheim Forest. This vast woodland was dark and verdant, dominated by hemlock, buxus, and pine trees that allowed just enough light to filter through to the undergrowth of scattered bushes and twigs below.

Curling creepers wrapped around every tree trunk, while a jumbled collection of flowers sprouted in the limited light, adding touches of color to an otherwise drab background. The air was filled with a chorus of animal sounds, from the chirping of birds to the clashing of larger animals vying for dominance, which were drowned out by the tumultuous melodies of the woodland creatures.

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Seated against a tree, she felt secure knowing that the villagers would not come for her. Looking up at the canopy above, she contemplated her recent actions in the village of Coveward.

On the highest point of a peninsula, the village of Coveward sat at the crossroads of Blackhall, which was home to orcs under the leadership of Abghat. This strategic location was not a coincidence, as the comfortable weather system was crucial to the success of the people of Coveward. However, Ophelia’s recent actions contributed to the village’s downfall, despite its helpful location.

Coveward had an impressive appearance, with its maple wood rooftops, ironwood walls, and clear night sky that seemed to glitter above. The village had an enchanting atmosphere, drawing visitors in.

One of the main attractions was the ancient forge, which had been constructed 51 years prior and was designed by vampires.

Coveward boasted a thriving economy, primarily supported by farming, jewel crafting, and alchemy. Their greatest assets were their expertise in complex crafting and flourishing trade.

However, the village lacked skilled individuals in the culinary arts.

This was the village she remembered visiting, with all its strengths and weaknesses. However, everything changed when Abghat took over. This was the inevitable outcome when orcs seized control of a village. Ophelia’s mission was to destroy Coveward, which had now fallen under the orc’s rule.

Ophelia had been tasked with this mission by the Circle of the Lunar Owl, and she had accepted it without hesitation. She knew that destroying Coveward would not be an easy task, but it had to be done.

As she sat in the Kensingheim Forest, she reflected on her actions. She had caused the downfall of a village, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. Despite her reservations, she knew that her actions were necessary to prevent Abghat and his orcs from causing more harm.

She took a deep breath and looked around her surroundings, taking in the lush beauty of the forest. It was a stark contrast to the destruction she had caused in Coveward. However, she couldn’t dwell on her emotions for too long. She needed to focus on her next move.

Ophelia knew that she couldn’t stay in the forest forever, and she needed to start planning her next steps. She needed to find a way to stay hidden from the orc’s prying eyes while also finding a way to relay her success back to the Circle of the Lunar Owl.

With a determined mindset, she stood up from her spot against the tree and began to make her way through the forest, ready to face whatever obstacles lay ahead.

She whispered to herself, “I’d rather face the stake and burn alive than let those orcs get their hands on me. They’re known for being particularly vicious with witches."