Another rainy day in London.
As someone who’s spent most of their life in the city, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. But each day seems worse than the one that came before. And some days, well, some days it feels like it’ll never stop.
Such is life I suppose.
I’m not always so glum, just the past few years. When you’ve spent the last decade fighting a war against demons who wish you dead for just being who you are, then you’d have a few dark patches in the emotions department too. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself though. Let me start from the beginning.
I’m a Wizard.
Or to be more accurate, I’m a Warden for the White Council of Wizards. For the last ten years we’ve been in a war for our very survival against the Vampires of the Red Court. Both sides have suffered heavy losses during the course of this sustained conflict and officially we’re in what you might class as a time out period. Six years ago the Vampires came close to wiping out the majority of us. A year later we repaid their actions in kind. Ever since things have been small scale; attacks here and there. When that happens, I’m the one they call in.
Who am I?
I’m Gabriel Crane.