As they old nursery rhyme goes:
Windy Wendy, windy Wendy don’t come by here
Windy Wendy, windy Wendy don’t ever come near
Windy Wendy, windy Wendy the breeze don’t you blow
Windy Wendy, windy Wendy don’t bring us your woe
Windy Wendy was a witch and young mother. One day the wind blew hard and fierce in witches valley near the town of Ravengrave. She was out gathering water at her home well when all of a sudden the old oak tree that shaded her home in the summer fell on the house killing her children inside. Soon after and on another blustery day, she received word that her husband who was a Samhain Knight was killed in battle.
In tremendous grief and sadness Wendy, on a particularly calm day, took her own life.
It is said that whenever the wind gusts down Witches Valley, a place where the wind never blows, that death is on the lips of the air. Those caught in the breeze may drop dead from the frightful presence of Windy Wendy.