I was betrayed, slandered and sent to a punishment cell for especially dangerous creatures! They took me out in anti-magic chains straight from the prom to mark the end of my studies. Imagine my surprise when the next day an important official came and, with a disgusted face, offered me the position of rector of a godforsaken academy. I was given no choice, either a job or the death penalty for something I didn’t do! And all would be fine if the bonus to the rector’s chair did not include attempts on my life. What should a poor black witch, offended and angry, do in such a situation? Right! Go on the warpath!