I'm sure you've heard of the Spiral: a surging nebula that illuminates with the most brilliant colors, encapsulating many realms within its misty rings. Among those worlds and cities lies Ravenwood, considerably the most renown center for cultivating ones inner magic abilities. It was here where I learned the power of of thaumaturgy, and it was here where I started down a road of self-indulgence in the forbidden arts, and what some may consider double-dealing. It's not incredibly often you hear of a ravenwood student falling subject to corruption. It seems as though the staff deliberately sweep the memory of us under the rug. Although, perhaps you've heard murmurs and whispers about me, the girl who sold her life away to become one with the ice and umber. After some extensive thinking, I've decided to tell of my story- not only to clear up your misconceptions but perhaps to explain to you why I did what I did. And maybe, just maybe, you'll understand.
