To Each Their Own
A wide and wicked smile crossed her ashen face. “Across the landscape I seek to leaven, a prison for all; the towers seven!”
That night, all across the seven kingdoms of Esterlin, seven dark stone towers stretched high into sky. Each tower had smooth walls and heavy iron doors with formidable locks to keep them shut. They were also marked with a banner hanging down from the top and each tower marked the names of one of Esterlin’s Princesses.
The witch smiled again as she eyed the towers spring to life across the kingdom from her own twisted, dark tower far to the west. Jhana, sometimes called The Dark Witch by the people of Esterlin, wished for nothing more than to capture every member of the Princess Guild and bring herself to rule as, she believed, was her birthright.
From all appearances, Jhana the witch was a very attractive woman. Her skin was a sort of dull grey colour but it was smooth and very healthy. Her hair was long and black and her eyes were pale and cru
