Elisabeth Barnes

Early Life
Lilly was born in Sweden as Elisabeth Viola Magnusson, the child of the widow Frida Lindgren and her new lover, the sorcerer Erik Magnusson. The girl's father had had a turbulent life before 1990, and wished to live a peaceful one with his new family. Knowing that it would scare Frida, Erik kept his history and connection to the Mystic Arts a secret from her. For a few years, his plan worked out perfectly, but eventually he realized it had been the calm before the storm.

As the daughter of a powerful master, Elisabeth was born with magic in her bloodstream, and she was bound to attract the attention of her father's enemies sooner rather than later. Erik told her bedtime stories based on true events, hoping to prepare her for the troubles she would be likely to face one day.

That day came sooner than expected. When Lilly was four years old, a group of what appeared to be robbers broke into their quaint home. Terrified, the child attempted to protect herself with a spell she remembered from her favorite story, leaving her shocked when it actually worked. She'd injured one of the intruders without even touching him. Her father was torn between pride and concern, while her mother desperately tried to deny what she'd seen. On the other side of the room, someone laughed, and Erik finally understood what had happened. The robbers were, in fact, sorcerers who'd come for him and his little girl. They tested her to see if she had inherited her father's talent. Furious, Erik screamed at Frida to take Lilly and run while he defended their home. She complied, lifting her daughter in her arms before she sprinted to the front door. Over her mother's shoulder, the young blonde saw odd symbols and men in cloaks, and she began to realize the true meaning of her father's stories. Terrified, she buried her face in her mother's shirt and cried. They'd almost reached the gate when Frida's steps suddenly faltered. The woman collapsed, and when Lilly dared to crawl out from underneath her body, all she saw was dark red. Her shirt was no longer only wet from tears, but soaked through by her own blood. Lilly begged her mother to wake up, to say something, but Frida did not move. When Erik reached the front yard, he found his beloved murdered and his daughter threatened by another sorcerer. Panicked, he attacked the enemy and simultaneously tossed his sling ring in the direction of his petrified child. The piece landed right beside her mother's corpse, and Lilly picked it up with shaking hands. Through the fear and grief, another bedtime story came to mind. Absentmindedly, she twisted the ring on her too small fingers. She fell suddenly and almost screamed when she found herself on a street she just barely recognized from a recent vacation. The wreck of a house in front of her had once belonged to her grandmother, who died a long time ago. Without any immediate threats, she just broke down and sobbed until a neighbor came to check on her. An hour later, she was at a police station, numbly listening to questions but not saying a word.