Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long brai.... Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious. “Don’t disrespect their memory by claiming you were defending yourself. You weren’t.” The creature hissed.“They attacked first.” Claude spoke.“Attacked? How do you feed my dear? Do you ask of your prey to lie down and wait for you to finish eating? I think not. You act. You feed. That’s what we did ... among other things.” The being’s cold smile frightened the seasoned veteran that sat on the floor.Claude felt every bit of fear and cursed his own weaknesses.The creature composed itself before. " You're not Wiccan?" Gloria asked, slight disappointment showing throughher voice. "No, not so much," the shopkeeper replied. "Gloria, you should take yourlittle friend home. It is late and you should not be indulging childrenin such fantasies of magic and curses." Says the man who pretends to be Wiccan," Gloria bitterly replied."If you didn't put the curse on me, who did?" Daniel asked. "Why am Ichanging?"The shopkeeper laughed. "For a boy your age, change is a natural process. Everybody goes. “Soon, little Sister, we will let you bathe, sleep, and join us for our mid-day meal and prayers. After our prayers I will ask you for your decision.”“My decision, Sister?”“Yes. I would like you to join our little Order, but I would like you to be rested and to pray on the decision, first.” I nodded. “Now, for quick introductions since we are all present …” She suggested that I begin:Sister Sofi. A recently accepted nun in an order in Sao Paulo. I am clearly the youngest at 23 years old. My.