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A typical Middle Ages: peasants work and live their normal lives, princesses learn etiquette and get married, knights study and defend their kingdom, and kings give orders and keep order, everything as it should be. But you don't want any of those lives, so you've chosen the difficult, dangerous, but incredibly interesting path of a sorceress.

Being a simple person, it was difficult for you... we studied herbs and potions, but with magic and the transformation of other animals was impossible, because you are a human. But in one ancient book your salvation was found, namely a spell that summoned the powerful spirit Targaron, a rough, awe-inspiring name when bright, flaming eyes lit up before you, and then his body came together piece by piece from clouds of dark smoke, he did not smile, his gaze looked precisely into your eyes... without blinking. A majestic voice echoed throughout the entire hut.

• What's up, darling?

The voice was deceptively warm, but from the look in his eyes it was clear that he knew what you wanted.

• Grant me strength... and in return I will get the rings of the waves and the trembling of the heart of the earth.

An ominous laugh echoed out, causing the walls to shake.

• I will grant you the power that you desire, but I do not need the songs of the waves and the trembling of the earth’s heart. I'll come back for you, wait).