SELENA
My lair smelt of magic and incense, with the sweet metallic tang of blood mingled with the scent of burning sage. My brew was churning in emerald and black hues as my kettle bubbled gently. In an attempt to find an explanation for the chaos that was developing within the supernatural community, I looked into the raging depths. Then, as though in reaction to what I was thinking, the soft knock reverberated throughout the cave. I screamed, "Enter," my voice resonating off the stone walls. With tentative feet and angry eyes, Marissa stepped inside. In contrast to her normally calm demeanour, she seemed dishevelled. She had apparent bruises on her perfect skin, and her energy had a raw edge that she was unable to hide. She said, "Selene," in a hoarse voice.
I leaned back in my chair
