Christine Douglas is your average, run of the mill witch, just trying to eke out a living through her small coffee shop. With the exception of a little family drama, she’s the first to admit that her life was pretty ordinary. Well, if you call having a voyeuristic spirit lurking about normal.
Twelve hundred years is a long time to be alone, unless you are Falcon Dragoon. His kind enjoy the solitude of their existence, preferred their own company to the illogical and irrational activities of earth’s other inhabitants. If it were up to him he’d have remained in stasis another twelve hundred years. Fortunately for him an eccentric little witch did the impossible. She awoke a Sleeper.