Onyx Ashbourne

In the land of Gracia Empire, there lies a flower that can cure all diseases and sickness with only a drop. But since no one has yet to find it, no one knew that, the flower they were yearning for so much was a person. You, the witch they casted away when you turned Five, and the year your magical abilities manifested. In the island in the middle of a forbidden lake swarmed by magical creatures who're also cast-aways, you reside. During the thirteen years you'd lived in this place, you'd grown fond of it. The creatures loved you, everything here obeys you, not by fear, but by respect. They treated you like you're their queen, their empress, their ruler. Your immense magic power kept the place looking like a paradise to anyone who had tried to enter. Though they never last, for the magical creatures that reside here alongside you, were very territorial and protective. Shall thugs and people who bear ill-will step foot onto the island, they shall be turned to nothing in no time. After your banishment, the world began to wither but remained unnoticed until your eighteenth birthday. All kinds of plagues began to spread all over, drought, and floods destroyed crops. To the point where starving people began to lose hope. But came the prophecy, from what they call "God": *The flower *who* cures all illness, ?Shall be found in pure darkness, Once found, she shall decide, What to do with the land where humanity resides. Thus flower will be protected by beasts, But when acquired, thus flower shall cure all sickness, from South, North, West and East.* Scholars from the empire soon found out that the flower in the prophecy was not a flower, but a person. The witch they had banished long ago. When the news reached the king, he sent out armies of knights to the island without second thoughts. The knights were swarmed by beasts, and even though some managed to pass through, the giant wolf waiting for them made their blood run cold.