History:Hecate's life was quiet and uneventful even for a peasant of Vestura, walled city of the west. That is until the day she turned 15, her parents wailed with terror as they opened the door of their small home to find Armed Vesturan Guards and a letter of conscription . Both parents protested loudly as the Men stepped through the threshold of the small home and seized Hecate, striking her with a large blunt object, knocking her out cold.
When she awoke she found herself bound, surrounded by other children of the same age. Eyes filled with despair, defiance and fear filled the room. Despite this Hecate remained calm, her deep blue eyes seemed to watch everyone as though studying the different feelings in the room. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tall slender fiery haired woman no older than 30 who strode into the room with a strong aura of authority. "From this point forward, you are all soldiers of Vestura. Any insubordination or disruption shall be met with appropriate force. Look to those around you and realize this, only one, possibly two of you will survive the training.
A young girl stood up and began to speak, as if asking a question "What if we do.." she was cut off as the Woman who was presumably in charge glared at the girl. Flames erupted in a geyser at her feet consuming the young girl in flame, her question replaced by screams of pain went deathly silent as the flames disappeared as swiftly as they had appeared. Where a young woman once stood, a charred husk of a human being now lay collapsed on the flood, charred black. The putrid scent of burnt hair mingled with burnt meat filled the small room. The woman didn't even seem to notice "Any more questions?" she said spitefully as if daring another child to speak. "As I was saying , You will be separated and tested one by one and moved to where you shall be training. A word of advice." She said as she paused "Dont make friends with anyone whom you cant kill later." And with that she walked off into a dark hallway.
Hecate was pulled into a room and a sharp blade drawn against the palm of her hand. As crimson liquid pooled up in her hand she stifled a cry. The blood in her hand was poured into a small vial and some clear liquids were added to the vial. The blood in the Vial turned to ice right away.
Separated and isolated from the other kids Hecate felt something stir inside the depths of her mind almost as if she was watching herself. The next three years Hecate spent every waking moment training her body and mind. Between the beatings and rampant sexual abuse That feeling deep in her mind became more and more potent, often times Hecate felt herself shifting with whatever it was inside her.
The day of the graduation ceremony was the final test, she had been accepted into the Witch Corps, a band of women capable of controlling the various elements and bending them to their will. Hecate had learned to control Ice, scorend by her fellow cadets for this Hecate had retreated into a self absorbed bubble, keeping to herself even more. A battle royale, where in order to graduate the cadet was forced to kill two or more of her former comrades. Something snapped in Hecate as she watched her body summon Saishu Sasayaki, her spiritual swords of ice and immidietly cut down one of the girls, the out of body feeling bothered her but who or whatever was controlling her body thirsted for more and more carnage. She watched as one girl snuck up behind her aiming for a deathblow in the back. Hecate screamed to her body as a flash of white blasted around her.
When she opened her eyes, she was back in control of her body, in a place she had never seen before