PROLOGUE
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Mysticland.
A land humans had never stepped foot into. A land populated by all kind of mystical creatures, such as fairies, mermaids, fallen angels, demons, witches, dwarfs, ghouls, necromancers, magicians, vampires, elves, werewolves and all kind of other shifters.
Separated in kingdoms, ruled by the rightful kings and queens of each specie, this land had been peaceful for hundred and hundred of years... at least until thirteen years ago, when the elf king, King Evander, leader of the Council Of Peace — members of which were the kings and queens of every kingdom — was murdered in the wolves territories.
Of course, that was enough for the elves to believe that their king's murderer was no one else but King Robert, the werewolf Alpha King himself. So the war between two species began.
When it was expected the most from the other leaders of the kingdoms to stop the war, it didn't happen exactly like that. Every specie was hungry for power and domination and this lead to nothing but war and chaos. There was no longer a council, no longer peace. Only hatred.
And will for revenge.
Which had many consequences, probably the worst of them being that the species were no longer allowed to mate outside of their own.
Everyone was hopeless. It seemed nothing and no one could ever bring the kingdoms the years that were left behind.
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