F is for Fidessa

Enchantress, sorceress, weaver of fate, crafter of dreams and nightmares; I may claim to be all of these things. The magic of Lumiere flows through me; enabling to touch them, shaping the objects which defy its flow.

Others aren’t worthy of this land, something they prove in so many ways.

I try to show this to my beloved Amberwyne, my charge and student. She is mine to protect, to keep from unsuitable company. Alas, she found unsuitable company entirely too alluring. She chose it over mine.

I’ve been striving to show her the error of her ways in various forms, yet I learned the truth of Lumiere and the curses I’ve inflicted upon those who do not love her as I do.

Lumiere doesn’t exist. It’s nothing but a fictional location, created by a creature more diabolical than any enchantress. She’s known as a Game Master. She and her circle, known as players; created me as well, along with Amberwyne and every other living being in this land.

If this Game Master, this Beatrix thinks she can play with our lives with the roll of some dice, she’s going to learn that I can play with her as well.

This game is about to become much more interesting.