LITTLE DARK AGE; pjo&hp

VINCERE AUT MORI
➼ either to conquer or die.
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The Wizarding World of Britain had long been ensnared in a web of arrogance and prejudice, its society blind to the toxic undercurrents that flowed beneath its surface. The pureblood elite clung to their self-proclaimed superiority, treating those of Muggle heritage and even half-bloods as lesser beings, while ancient traditions perpetuated the cycle of discrimination and stagnation. The magical world had grown complacent, resting on the laurels of its past glories and ignoring the cracks forming within.

Hecate, the ancient Goddess of Magic and mistress of crossroads, had watched in silence for centuries, her divine patience finally worn thin. The arrogance of the British Wizarding World and its refusal to embrace unity and change had become intolerable. Magic was meant to be a gift, a force of balance and wonder, not a weapon of division. It was time to act.

In her infinite wisdom, Hecate chose her instrument carefully-James Potter. A man, who in his arrogance lost the one person he loved above all- his daughter; a whisper here and there, a trickle of persuasive magic, the stage was set.