"Get out of my head!" Arad growled, and Doma laughed. "Sorry, but I can't even if I wanted to," She smiled, flicking her fingers and releasing Mom.
"You can Call me Doma, the witch of curses." She jumped off Mom's back and walked forward, "I was born six hundred and seventy-three years in the past," She ignored Arad's angry grunts and started telling her life story.
After getting kicked out of the elvish kingdom, my mother was branded a monster, so she had to live alone. On her way out, she stole a slave from the city and ran with him as her assistant. That was my father, the one you fought in the garden.
Surprisingly I was born just a few years later, wielding my mother's powers, and I got a special boon, the ability to understand curses by nature since my mother was a curse user.
