"Welcome Rosalie" the elder man mused. His voice was inviting and as thick as honey. I pressed my lips into a thin line and squared my shoulders as an act of intimidation. "I presume you and the duke are past the formalities which is why I am leaving you in his care for the time being." an ugly frown crossed my face and the elder man picked up on it. "now I am sure you are confused about why you are here but rest assured you will be informed of the situation shortly. Just know that you are meant to serve a higher purpose here."

*NARRATOR* Every story starts with "Once upon a time" , and ends with "They lived happily ever after"... Not this fairy tale... Welcome to the Kingdom of Wendlyn. It means forest of the wolf. That is not an entirely wrong assumption, because everything that was recorded as "myths" are right here, under our noses. Living they're lives in secrecy. And if there is one thing I do know about the Kingdom of Wendlyn, is that you have to watch your back, nobody is going to do it for you...

ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇs Sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ Wɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ .