In a land, long forgotten and deserted, there stood a castle. It was made out of black stone. Whether this colour was the result of the influence of time, a fire, the natural colour, or something else, there was nobody around that knows anymore. No, there was one person that knew. Somewhere in that castle that was surrounded by wilderness. Thorny bushes grew all over the place, even up against the walls of the castle itself. Once there was a village near this castle but even that place has been deserted and forgotten. Most houses have already given in to the pressure of time, and other forces. This part of the world has been forgotten by the rest and it certainly seemed like nobody was living here anymore.<br/><br/>Just that there was indeed someone still here. In that castle that looked haunted, intimidating and empty, there was still someone there. In the large dining hall, on a throne there sat one person.  The throne had once been beautifully crafted with gold applications and accessories in the form of roses. Now it was almost as black as the outer walls of the castle with only a little gold shining through every now and then. The rose applications were either destroyed or also coloured black, making them look dead.<br/>The person that was sitting there had been at that place for a long time now. One could think that she was lonely at such a desolate place, but quite the opposite was the case. She had a lot of fun. Everyday her powers grew larger by the chaos she was sowing. The Sorceress of Chaos laughed thinking about all the little mischief she has sown until now. It was time for some bigger chaos so that her power could grow even more.<br/><br/>She sent out a general summoning to her servants. Anyone that wasn’t busy at that moment would come to her, otherwise some other creatures under her command would show up. The Sorceress of Chaos reached out to a table next to her throne, and picked up a handheld mirror. It was just as a beautiful piece of hand craft ship as the throne she was sitting on. Except that under her influence the framework had also faded to black, including those disgusting roses that were everywhere.<br/>“Mirror, Mirror, in my Hand. Where should I sow more Chaos in these Lands?”