SoloSeaCow
I am not like you, a young human. All humans are young compared to me, an ancient Queen of Elven decent, old for even my kind. In the times of Fae and dragons, the land split up, and there was an Isle undocumented by your kind. Ignisia we named it. It's where me and my sister put our criminals, which we sealed in a mountain, Hielächael (Hell Zone). Another thing you don't know, is the past of magic. I have gone into hiding over these years, unlike my sister who is the leader of a coven in Manhattan now a days. I want to make the future of magic sure, but to do that I need to tell you it's past, and the ups and down of an Empire as great as mine once was.
𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆?