Hidmeth

Hidmeth, the Black Dragon Witch, walked in silence beneath a sky that never dared meet her gaze.
Bound to Dartiss by oath and shadow, she was more than a servant she was a weapon forged in grief.
The helmet she wore, carved from the bones of the ancient dragon who once adopted her, hid both her face… and the last echo of her humanity.
They said the dragon raised her not as a beast, but as a daughter.
Taught her the language of shadow, the patience of storms.
And when it fell, its bones did not rest they became her armor, her curse, her power.

On the battlefield, no one saw Hidmeth coming. Only the sound of cracking bone… and the heat of a breath not entirely her own.

And when she knelt before Dartiss, the illusions would tremble
for even the Witch of Illusion could not fully see what Hidmeth had become.
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