When Vienna Fritzelb, a mind prodder witch born 1000 years after the presumed extinction of her kind, finds her lover's life is at stake, to protect him from his evil uncle, the murderer of his parents and the seemingly 'benevolent' king, she decides to assist him in his vengeance. In the midst of this, she grapples with the possibility of her being the 'monster' her grandma always advised her not to be. 'Vi, if we use our powers to break the laws of nature, we become monsters. And guilt always hunts down the monsters. In our case something like guilt could eat us up from the inside.' she paused pursing her lips as a melancholic haze tinged her bright brown eyes. 'Our kinds live the emotions' she continued only to pause again. 'I wish they just felt them' she said in a low tone, wiping little Vienna's thumb stained face with her thumb. But shouldn't she choose what's hers rather than what's others? What would be the use of any power if she can't protect him, all she ever lived for? Wouldn't it kill her either way if she were to lose him to those monsters who haunt him day and night? Why should I live if he isn't?