The air in the village was tense, the sky was dark with thick black clouds which threatened to break into a deadly storm. All over the kingdom there had been rumours of a Dark Sorceress sweeping through the lands, causing chaos where she went and leaving villages on their knees begging for mercy. At first the village that Reina had lived in scoffed at the rumours, there were no Sorcerers, not anymore. The last one had been killed centuries ago, burnt at the stake for their heretic practices of the Dark Arts. This rumour was just a story, created to scare badly behaved children - clearly it was working and so swept through the kingdom for parents to order their children into more acceptable behaviour. But all that had changed less than a week ago, when the neighbouring village ten miles away had been wiped out. There had been only one survivor, a young boy who had fled the carnage and brought word to Reina’s village - to warn people of the chaos that was almost upon them. That boy was dead now. His cause of death was unknown. Soon after the mysterious death more messages of doom had come to the village. Ravens urging people to move on. Many had, but many had also remained behind. Reina's family were one of those, they had nowhere to go.
"It does not matter who sits upon the throne, as long as we obey them and are loyal we shall be safe." Her father had proclaimed.
And so they remained. Reina pulled her ragged cloak tighter around herself to keep out the bitter winter wind. Her parents had run out of water and sent her to the well to fetch more. On her shoulders rested a heavy wooden pole, to which two buckets were attached, one on either end. She made her way carefully to the well, it was to see though as every time there was a gust of wind her thick midnight black hair was swept into her face blocking her vision. Eventually she made it to the well, setting the buckets down she braced herself against the well to try and catch her breath. She had a slender figure, it was slightly on the bony side due to lack of food but other than that she looked reasonably well. Pale flawless skin, almond shaped amethyst eyes, a heart shaped face and full lips.
The village was tense with fear but daily life continued as normal as possible. The coming storm promised to be a deadly one and so Reina had volunteered to fetch water so that they would at least not dehydrate from being trapped inside. She was also longing to get out of the small cottage she shared with her mother, father and three sisters. They spoke of nothing but the dead boy and the new sorceror-king, Reina did not wish to hear of death and evil coming towards them. She would much rather risk the biting cold and get a few moments to ponder in solitude.