PROLOGUE

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Long before the world became what it is today, there existed a kingdom where humans and supernatural beings lived side by side.
They looked like ordinary people.

They walked among humans.
They worked among humans.
They loved, laughed, married, and raised families among them.

But they possessed something humans did not.

Power.

There were different kinds of supernatural beings.

The Banshees were the most powerful of them all. Their abilities were beyond what any ordinary human could comprehend.

The Xebels possessed ancient and dangerous forms of dark magic.

And the Dybuxx were gifted with the power of ice.

For generations, the supernatural kept their abilities hidden.

Humans knew they existed, but as long as their powers remained concealed, they were allowed to live among them.

There was only one rule that truly mattered:

Never let the humans see what you really are.

For years, that rule was enough.

Until one woman entered the story.

Her name was Orchid.

An orphan with no family to call her own, Orchid grew up with only one person she could truly call a friend.

Arrah

They were inseparable.

At least, they once were.

But sometimes, the person standing closest to you can become the person capable of hurting you the most.

When the Crown Prince became king, tradition demanded that he choose a woman to become his queen.

Two friends stood before him that day.

Only one was chosen.

And that single choice changed everything.

Friendship slowly gave way to jealousy.

Jealousy became resentment.

And resentment eventually became something neither of them could take back.

Then the kingdom began to change.

People started dying.

Fear spread through the streets.

Whispers became accusations.

Accusations became hatred.

And soon, the humans turned against the very beings they had lived beside for generations.

A new law was created.

A blood oath was made.

And anyone discovered to be supernatural would be sentenced to death.

Fire became the kingdom's answer.

They searched homes.

They searched villages.

They searched families.

And one by one, supernatural beings disappeared.

But while the kingdom believed it was destroying an entire race, something else was happening behind closed doors.

Promises were being made.

Secrets were being buried.

Children were being separated from their true identities.

And people were becoming victims of a story they didn't even know they were part of.

Then came the war.

The kingdom that had once stood proudly began to crumble.

Its people turned against one another.

Its rulers fell.

And the land that had once been filled with life became nothing more than a memory.

When the bloodshed finally ended, the survivors scattered.

Some ran.

Some hid.

Some disappeared without a trace.

And some secrets were buried so deeply that nobody dared to search for them.

The years passed.

The kingdom became a forgotten chapter in history.

Or so everyone believed.

Because twenty years later...

the past was about to find its way back.

And this time, it would not come quietly.

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