Evil Witches???

Welcome..
Dive into the world where there was a darker time.
The creatures of the night did not live in myths or shadows, but were very real and lived among man.
Man had never really cared about the supernatural, finding it an abomination against their many different religions and beliefs. However the creatures never killed more than what they needed to get by or try to wage war with the humans.
So the werewolves, vampires, ghouls and such were left alone.
There was never really hatred but there wasn't much of friendship either. The supernaturals and the humans only tolerated each other, only rare places were found across the countries that welcomed both races and treated each other equally.
These were the medieval ages in Europe.
It wasn't until the wake of the 1700's did a new race come onto the list, they weren't immortal nor were they physically strong like the supernaturals, but they weren't human either. They aged and died as easily as humans, but they casted spells, muttered curses, played with voodoo, or if their power was strong enough could shape shift and/or had an animal partner.
These were the witches...
They were liker anyone else in the beginning. Shy and polite, but worked their way up in society quick. They reproduced their race passing along powers and teaching children the magic in which they held.
Some people say they sold their soul to the devil to tap into these powers so quickly and easily, even so much as to control an element ranging from fire, water, earth, air, or spirit.

At the turn of the new century, twenty-five years after witches were introduced into the world the humans hated them most of all. The witches started to show them their true colors, killing others and breaking out a war where the Witch Trials have formed from. The other supernaturals even joined on the war but there were too many witches, each one more powerful than the last.
Without fail, the witches won the battle controlling humans and the other creatures as their servants.
King Anthony of the witches led them many years, carrying tradition that witches are the true rulers of the world. They only control a kingdom in France and the individuals they run into along the way are put under their power as well. They plan on ruling the rest of the world when the time comes eventually.
King Anthony recently passed away in the year 1786 due to his old age, passing on the crown to his son and finally his granddaughter the present Queen Gwendolyn.

But there is change brewing.
Creatures of both supernatural and witches are growing restless...some want to kill.
Other witches have seen the error of their ways and are grouping together to stop it all.
Erase their horrible reign from history, but they'll need help and they'll come along different enemies and allies along the way.

This is only the beginning.....

(Wow toby this is amazing)

I looked around and sighed. I looked at the desolated place, trees burnt, no animals in site, the sky looking like it would rain but it always looks like that, and the ground not sutible for life. I sighed as I walked past all that, thats all the queens fault. Then I thought its always her fault, my friends, my mom... Then I stoped that thought and just kept walking. I finale got to our village. It was ok. Nothing burnt, there was life and grass and trees. Little kids ran around playing with magic and a dog chased them. Yeah maby your basic village I mean we still get tarized by the queen and her army, and we all use magic but I felt sad still. The entire world got tarized by her queen. The queen raises baby's to be evil. I try to make them nicer after that. I sighed and walked into my house and set down the food on my table.

She was quiet and she was bored. Standig on a burned out hilltop that overlooked yet another countryside village. "Maybe I should go back to the city, it was fun there, I was the strongest around." She said quietl to herself. But then again that was the reason she left, there was no more competition in the city she came from on the outskirts of the kingdom. She hated when she had no competition. Now she watched the witches move through the village and wondered idly why the Queen hadn't already leveled the place to the ground. She'd seen the troop movements and she'd always been good at analyzing the strength of those around her. She knew something that not many yet had realized, the Queen's reign was being undermined by strong independents. She chuckled softly to herself, it was a cold laugh with no humor in it. She sat and crossed her legs, lounging and gathering energy from the sun overhead. "I wonder when someone will notice my presence." She muttered boredly, "I wonder who it will be. I do hope they are strong enough to fight me." She smiled to herself as she pushed her hair from her face and closed her eyes. "I wonder how long I'll have to wait." She whispered.

Waking from her beauty rest, a woman with a tight figure and long brown hair that cascaded down her back rose from her sleep.
She stretched and scratched at her head, ruffling her hair a little bit.
She stood on her long legs, and delicate feet that balanced her outlook.
Nearly as perfect as she was.
Queen Gwendolyn smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror and prided on how beautiful she appeared.
Her perfect almond-shaped eyes curved easily on her face.
Her lips were red and plump.
Her hands soft and thin.
The queen called for some help with her soft, melody-like voice.
She wanted to have a bath and get dressed before she faced the world.
A werewolf servant girl ran to her side immediately, shifting from wolf to girl in seconds as she stayed beside the queen night and day as her bedside protecter.
"Get me hot water, on the double," Gwendolyn ordered her.
The girl bowed her head and did what she was told.
From outside, Gwendolyn heard her raven make a sound saying he was doing his morning route and would report to her in a coup hours.
Gwendolyn smiled.
Life was perfect.