The wicked Sorceress was celebrating her victory. The kingdom was hers, the princess enslaved, the mighty champion would be executed in the morning, and all was hers to do with as she pleased. She was All Powerful! The traitorous nobles danced and praised her worshipping her beauty, spinning and laughing to the music. She sat on the throne sipping wine enjoying the moment. But at the height of her glory the palace shook and there was a rumble.
"There should be no storm tonight." She thought.
There was more rumbling and shaking. She rose to her feet, something was wrong. At the far end of the ballroom the huge bronze doors had been closed and barred for the night. She saw them start to glow and then explode off their hinges knocking her and the dancers off their feet. The smoke cleared and she saw a stunningly beautiful young woman with dawn red hair and jade green eyes standing in the doorway. The sorceress could see the god level mystic power swirling around the young woman and knew fear.
"I am looking for my cousin. Have you seen her? She is hard to miss."
Jade is my character and creation, the art is a commission by my friend angsthewicked.deviantart.com/