Welcome to the story of The Last Witch: Shadows of the Ashwood Trials!
I am more than honoured to introduce to you, my loves, my first choice script game (WIP). Accompany me on this exciting journey full of searching, love, intrigue and magic!
Short synopsis:
The village of Ashwood is a superstitious settlement, isolated by dark forests and steeped in fear of magic. Though magic was thought to be eradicated, rumours of witches and strange powers are stirring once more. The people of Ashwood live under the shadow of ancient trials, where those accused of witchcraft were burned, hanged, or cast out. The villagers’ fear of witches runs deep, and any sign of magic is met with suspicion and persecution.
Will you be capable of uncovering the underlying secrets, or will you let your past take over? Will you go on this journey alone, with your friends or maybe with the love of your life? What awaits you? Friendship, love or never-ending misery? What fate awaits you?
The Church – The Light of Valtessa
They call themselves the Light.
But their light burns.
Stone spires rise above ash-colored towns, casting long shadows over cobbled streets. Inside, stained glass bleeds scarlet onto marble altars, and the sermons echo like war drums—loud, punishing, unyielding. No whispers here. No forgiveness. Only fire and obedience.
You do not join the Church. You surrender to it.
Their god, Valtessa, is a god of purity. Of war. Of sacrifice. And their priests wear the crimson and steel to match. Faces hidden behind bone masks, hands scarred from ritual flame. They speak only of sin, of cleansing, of the rot that hides behind beauty.
Witches, they say, are born of that rot.
Serpents in silk. Cursed creatures that dance with demons. They say witches twist desire into ruin and wear temptation like perfume. They say a witch can make you forget who you are—and that’s how she wins.
So they burn them.
Not to kill.
To cleanse .
Villages that once knew laughter now hold silent trials. Smoke rises from distant hills, and no one speaks of what was lost—only of what was purified . The Church watches. The Church judges. The Church punishes.
Their creed is carved into every door they bless:
“In the name of Valtessa, the impure shall fall.”
And if you do not fall with them, you learn to look away.
The Daughters of Venora
Before they were witches and witchers, they were women and men.
Before they were curses, they were caretakers.
Before they were hunted, they were holy.
They remember.
The world fears what it cannot control. And nothing could ever hold them.
They are the Daughters of Venora—though Venora is more myth than mother now. Some say she was the first witch. Others say she was the last goddess the Church couldn’t kill. Either way, her name has become a promise.
They do not kneel.
They do not apologise.
They do not forget.
Their magic is born from the pulse of the earth. From pain. From pleasure. From hunger, sorrow, blood. Their power is not quiet, not humble—it sings through the marrow, wild and soft and sharp all at once. It tempts because it frees.
They are not evil.
But they are not kind.
To them, love is sacred. So is rage. So is lust, and choice, and freedom. Their spells don’t come from books, but from grief passed down in lullabies. From knowing. From wanting. From being.
They don’t ask you to believe in them.
They ask only that you remember who made them monsters.
Because the truth is—they never needed to be saved.
Only left alone.
And now that the world has broken them, they rise together.
Not with prayers.
With venom.
Their words slip through roots and riverbeds, carried in whispers and wind:
“You called us witches before we ever cast a spell. Now watch what happens when we do.”
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Love interests
In Ashwood, love is never simple. Some bonds comfort you. Some challenge you. And some might just change everything.
Each heart you meet carries a shadow—and a spark. Who will you trust, and who will unravel you?
Elden – The Quiet Protector (He/She)
A silent vow. A haunted past. And hands that steady yours even when they’re shaking.
Steady hands. Watchful eyes. A silence that sees straight through you.
They don’t ask questions—just stand beside you when the world turns cruel. But there’s something heavy behind that calm. You trust them. You feel safe.
Still… what’s hiding behind that quiet loyalty?
But behind that calm strength lies something dark, something heavy.
Nyric – The Troubled Artist (He)
A broken canvas. A burning heart. And lips that speak in riddles but scream for someone to stay.
He bleeds into canvas what others don’t dare speak.
Wounded, wild, and burning at both ends, Nyric is everything you’ve been warned about—and everything you can’t stop reaching for. He’ll make you feel alive. He’ll make you feel everything. But at what cost?
Lysandra – The Outgoing Healer (She)
A healing touch. A gentle truth. And arms that feel like the first place you’ve ever belonged.
She listens like she knows you. Like she’s always known you.
Warm, radiant, and deeply intuitive—Lysandra offers healing in a world that’s torn you apart. Around her, it’s safe to be soft. To breathe. But behind that brightness lies her own heartache. And healing always comes with its price.
Kai – The Loyal Friend (They)
A promise unspoken. A closeness too deep. And a love that waits in the silence, hoping you’ll see it.
They’ve always been there. Until suddenly… it feels like more.
Sunlight in your storm. A constant when the world forgets you. But lately, Kai’s presence sparks in unfamiliar ways. The laughter lingers. The looks hold weight. Can your closest friendship survive what’s slowly becoming something else?
Prince/Princess Solian – The Honorable Protector (He/She)
A crown of mercy. A soul full of light. And a gaze that sees the best in you—even when you don’t.
Kindness is their crown.
They carry duty like a second skin, but look at you like you’re something sacred.
Soft-spoken but unshakable. Noble, but never untouchable.
In their eyes, you’re not broken. You’re sacred.
But can love survive the burden of honor?
Cassariel - The Devouted Blade (He/She)
A sacred oath. A wavering heart. And eyes that linger too long on the one they should condemn.
They call them Saint-born.
The youngest Inquisitor in decades. A voice that silences rooms. A blade that’s never trembled. Cloaked in ivory and crimson, they walk like faith incarnate—sharp, unyielding, divine. People kneel when they pass.
But they never asked to be worshipped.
Their devotion is flawless. Or so it seems.
Because lately, something stirs. Doubt. Desire. A softness they’ve spent their whole life burying under prayer and penance. They were raised to destroy witches—
So why do they hesitate when they look at you?
Every touch is forbidden.
Every glance is a sin.
And yet… they can’t seem to stop.
Is it salvation they’re chasing—or damnation with your name on it?
??? – The Ambitious Obsession (He)
A kiss like a promise. A touch like a curse. And eyes that don’t see you—they claim you, as if your soul was theirs long before you ever met.
He’s impossible to ignore—charming, dangerous, and utterly consuming. His eyes promise the world; his hands rewrite your future. He doesn’t ask for trust—he takes it.
With him, love feels like a game you’re always one step behind in. You’re not sure if you’re his equal… or his pawn. But one thing is certain: once he wants you, he won’t let go.
And part of you doesn’t want him to.
Sol is my MC soulmate