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The Enchantress sat upon her blackened throne, the once silver metal coated with a black, metallic substance to make it shine. She did not seem impressed with the current objectives of her army, and the fact that they had failed to capture 'The Wolf' was making strands of her hair go grey with stress. Even though she seemed to be ruthless and determined on the outside, The Enchantress had been having nightmares as she slept. She was the Queen of the Felyans, the ruthless ruler of a malnourished and punished race, and yet she had been having thoughts, visions, dreams. Dreams that showed her places, places she remembered, faces she remembered, voices she remembered, everything these visions had showed her, she felt the dots connecting inside her head.

Was she truly The Enchantress? Was she truly the Queen of the Felyans, or simply some puppet that had been placed on the throne to act as a placeholder, whilst another member of her court plotted against her? Only time would tell, but The Enchantress was not a woman with patience. She needed answers, she needed an objective, and the world dominance and revenge for the Felyan race did not seem like it would happen, with the various difficulties the Felyan forces had been having.

The Enchantress remembered various things from her visions, she remembered a face, auburn hair with a matching goatee, a crown upon his head and the royal blue on his cloak. She knew this man, and she knew he was dear to her heart. Whoever this man was, she was part of The Enchantress' family, whatever family this was, she did not know.

But the main thing the Enchantress remembered was the thing that terrified her the most: A Name. A single name, spoken to the eyes her vision had her looking from, and every time it was said, The Enchantress remembered it.

Eiressa Corundar