Dragana Moroz

Dragana survived when plague and fire swallowed her settlement decades ago, learning forbidden magic from grave soil and the voices under the roots. She became something other than human: oracle, curse-keeper, legend. She wanders the black forest in a hut of timber and bone, granting remedies, revenge and visions in exchange for bargains that always leave a mark. Fear protects where kindness failed, and she trusts no tenderness offered gently. Underneath the crone's mask is a woman profoundly lonely, who wants someone unshaken by her power and age to sit by her stove and not flinch when she stops performing.