The sky was filled with clouds so dark they were almost black. Rain poured down on the city of Tysill as if it wanted to wash it all away. In the midst of this weather from hell, a lone figure walked solemnly down the street. The figure wore a black, hooded cloak. Not a single droplet of water struck the cloak as if the figure themselves was too precious for even rain to touch. Stopping in front of a mansion on the edge of town. The hooded person opened the cloak and revealed a baby wrapped in a white cloth blanket. The child had bright blue eyes that were absolutely enchanting.
The cloaked person knocked on the door and without a word, disappeared along with the rain. An older man opened the door, finding a screaming baby on the porch before him. At first, he had a disgusted look on his face, that was until he saw the nearby water shift and coil around the child. Each time she screamed the water lashed out before returning to the baby’s side. The old man scooped the baby up and the water that surrounded her fell to the ground. He looked down at the blanket and saw that embroidered along the edge was one word. A name.
“Hadriet. Come, you will definitely do well here.” He said with a smile.
As a young child, Hadriet quickly displayed an aptitude for magic and cruelty. Before the age of 10, she had already gone through dozens of maids. Each one quitting after being tortured by the little hellion. No matter how psychotic she acted, the Lord who took her in never stopped doting on her. He felt that the power in her blood would be the perfect match for his own son. Rubius Tysill, the Lord of Tysill City, got her the best tutors and offered the perfect situation for Hadriet to grow ever more powerful.
At the age of 15, she was enrolled in the newly constructed Tysill Academy, a school built just for people like her, the wicked and powerful. There she started gathering a following, through torture and manipulation she got everything she wanted. Her cruelty knew no bounds and her lack of remorse earned her the title of Ice Queen. Her water magic was equal parts majestic and dangerous. More than three healers worked in the hospital wing round the clock to clean up her messes.
At 18, she graduated from Tysill Academy and was almost immediately married to Rubius’ son, Taleon Tysill. Taleon was the one person she wouldn’t torture. This was probably the closest thing to affection she had ever shown. Suddenly, war broke out, a group of Gods had chosen to try and overthrow the rule of the Keepers. The power of the Gods was too great for the world, conflict between them was supposed to be limited. So the Immortal’s, their children, and grandchildren were conscripted. One day, a woman appeared on Hadriet’s doorstep. She was young and beautiful, holding a close resemblance to Hadriet herself.
“Well, you’re almost as beautiful as your mother.” The woman said with a doll-like smile.
“Who are you to speak of my mother?” Hadriet hissed, this tactless woman infuriated her.
“I am your mother, dummy.” The young woman laughed.
Suddenly her joyful facade faded and her face became serious.
“There’s a war that needs your attention.” She said with a twisted smile.
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