There is a legend that says a Goddess once descended down onto Earth and found a human woman tending her garden. The Goddess took pity on the mortal and the way she tried to connect with her planet. The Goddess brought forward a chalice of her own blood, and the woman drank. When she did, the magical blood of the Goddess gave her the ability to tend to her garden in mysterious and powerful ways. She could feel the Earth as though it were alive beneath her toes. A connection had been made. However, the Goddess warned her that her powers would come with a price. From then on, she would be most valuable in the world, and many would seek to harm her. "But fear not," the Goddess purred, "for if you die, your children will be blessed with my blood, too."

Earth is a desolate place. Happiness exists only for the wealthy -- the kings, the queens, the makers. They live in brilliant castles, bathed in milk and gold. Luxury. Their entire existence has been built upon a single law, higher than the others: Witches need to be hunted. It is a sport of sorts- travel the world and find the most beautiful. They are valuable things, with blood that can trigger immortality and cause hallucinations. Drinking witch blood should be considered a sin. Instead, it is considered a deluxe treat. Because of this, witches hide. They run. They suppress their powers. But it boils inside of them. Sometimes they explode. Sometimes they kill. Mostly, though, they just hide.