Name: Lindi W. Wetword Age: 18 ~ She'd been summoned. Any other day she would have been ecstatic to be summoned before anyone! Anyone but the man she was going to see. The King. The king had summoned her to the castle. All her life Lindi Wetword had been the one in the background, always watching, but never participating. Who would want a witch to play with their kids even in an age that didn't really believe that she could have powers such as she did. Either she was believed and teased about it or she wasn't believed and teased. Either way, she'd spent most of her growing up life as an isolated individual. During school, she had tried over and over to make friends but the best she could do was with a cat that had been friendly with her. And even that creature had run away after a few days. She paced too and fro int he waiting hall, twisting her hands in front of her as she tried to figure out what this great man would want from her, a lowly witch in a technological society that needed witches no more? He hadn't been all that specific. 'Come to the castle. Your services are required.' That had been the message she'd recieved three days before from a royal courier. She had worn her best dress today, to give a good impression. It was calf-length and black with tiny, barely perceptible white moons stitched on that had been designed by her mother before she'd passed away. In her family, any female was born with magical powers, whether they wanted them or not. She came to attention when an attendant came and fetched her. She smiled, though it didn't reach her aqua eyes as she followed the skittish woman forward into the large attendance hall. She walked forward, her hands grasped behind her as her eyes moved around in awe before they rested on the dais that the king would be on.