Poisoned

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, illuminating Angelina's face as she gazed out the window. Her eyes, usually sharp and alert, now seemed distant, lost in the mists of memory.

Jaegar watched her intently, sensing the weight of untold stories in the air between them.

"The Spire took me in," Angelina began, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to face Jaegar, her grandson, the living bridge between her past and present. "But as a member, we weren't supposed to have families. So I lied about my husband and child."

Jaegar leaned forward; his curiosity piqued. It was a side he never knew about his master. h

"I thought it was necessary to protect them," Angelina continued, her voice gaining strength. "I changed my name to my mother's maiden name and immersed myself in the study of magic. I wanted to grow stronger, to rise through the ranks. I hoped that one day, I would be powerful enough to protect my daughter."