Mistress of Death and Future Pirate King

Heather. A witch of old who looks young. A witch who was once tanned but know ghostly pale. A witch who once had midnight black hair that was know snow white with age. A witch who was cursed as the mistress of death. Great. She can not die. A witch who once had friend. Who all have passed. A witch who once livid in a beautiful city that thrived with life. Know the only person alive. A witch with many titles. The girl who lived. The defender of the light. The chosen. Mistress of death. Goddess of magic. A woman who is well over eight hundred years old. But. Looks like a woman in her mid thirties to late twenties. Heather Lilith Potter. Was tired of being alone. So. In her desperation for other life. She went through the vail of death.

Monkey. D. Keiko. Kei for short. The daughter of Dragon the revolutionary. Granddaughter of Garp the hero. And. The reincarnation of Heather. She held all her memory's. All her powers. But. Was know a child. With a voice in her head. Claiming to be the sky, sea, and earth. Know Heather is old. But. What? She was still a metamorphosis. She still had the elder wand. The stone. The cloak. She could still speak to animals. And she had her magic. Her eyes were still a brilliant emerald green.