A human with the ability to channel magic – magnifying a user’s abilities. Trying to find someone to fit this description had proved to be incredibly difficult. On Aurion it would have been difficult – for the magic was wild and would have been drawn to such a being. However, here on Earth, the task was almost impossible. Magic was present, but in such a small amount. Not to mention the place was littered with humans. For once in her life, Deneva felt like a minority – and she was certain to not shift form. It was best to just blend in as a human.
 
Her days were spent watching people, waiting to see if any of these small humans lived up to a higher potential. But she had also grown to love this world – which seemed so quiet and reserved without the chaos of magic. So when she spotted a group of ogres, dressed up to look more human, she began to follow them. There were only a few reasons that so many would be gathered together – and she assumed that they were looking for a meal of human flesh.

So she had watched as they ambushed a human male. The fight hadn’t been a pretty one – for the ogres had the advantages of strength and number. But yet the fight hadn’t been normal. The magic the ogres natural used to fight seemed to be acting strangely. Perhaps luck was on her side afterwards – and perhaps she had finally found the one that her people prophesied about. 

All this led to the situation she was in now with the human male lying on her couch unconscious. If it was true that he was the chosen one… his life would surely never be the same again.