The elders are a collection of witches that remain from the days before the witching world was exposed, in 2006. These fearful few who survived the first purges of the magical world, and the forty years of witch hunts since, are known mostly for how little is known of them.

  Some say they gave up on their duty as witches, killed their familiars and live now as mundane, pretending they never received their magic. Others that they’re a powerful and unified faction, laughing from the shadows at the farce of a society all the young witches have put together, that they could swoop in in an hour of need and fix everything. Others that, after forty years, they’re all old and dead and crazy.

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  The truth is, for most witches, the elders are nothing but a name spoken with wonder, a seat left empty day after day, and the ugly feelings that stew when someone you need leaves and never comes home.