Ebony had known little about the Shadow world or the Downworld. Really anything to do with her demon side she knew little to nothing of. As soon as Magnus Bane had taken her under his wing however, she was on the Claves radar, how they had missed her for 160 years baffled her, but at the same time it didn’t, she had been locked away most of her life. Walking into the institute she swallowed nervously, apparently they needed to know some things about her. Magnus had told her they like to keep track of downworlders and that it was simply routine, but that didn’t mean the young warlock wasn’t scared of a race she had never met before. “Excuse me.” She walked up to Isabelle, ignoring all of the stares she was getting. Her hands trembled a little bit, she seriously felt like she didn’t belong here. “I was asked to come here...I’m Ebony...Ebony Morrigan.”
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