How long has it felt since she felt the rain on her forehead, on her skin, in-between her toes? Wandering through the Arcadia Woods, letting the glamour of a mousey shopkeeper fade away, letting her long white hair and flowing blue dress billow in freedom as the wind gathered momentum, she closed her eyes and let the elements rain down on her.
"I think I've been retired long enough." she decided out loud, to no one in particular. "I don't think the Age of Magic is truly over. Let's go see what this universe is really capable of."
Nadia Ward. The Last Wizard. The Living Archive. The Nest Thief. The White Witch.
She has returned.









