Secrets of magic

Prologue

The Fey. They are all I can think about when I am awake, and when I am asleep, the Fey are there, too. You could never escape them. They will always find you, no matter where you hide. The Fey will never let you go, once they have you in their grasp. The Fey are always there.

    The Magi. They live among us, they live with us, they live in us. The shy away from light, from dark, and belong in the shadow- the dark expanse where nothing, not even the smallest bit of magic can survive. Those who are Magi, well, they are the ones who see everything- the funny side of things, the dark side of things, even the smallest glimmer of hope doesn't go unnoticed by them. They do not accept praise, but live in the shadows of the ordinary. They could be beside you, they could go to your school, or you might work with them. They are always there, silently working. On what, you may ask? The fall, of the Fey.

    What do I have to do with all of this? I am neither Fey, nor faerie, and I am not magi. I am the bridge. The connector. The bond, the joint. I am the sole survivor of the raid of the de' Athe. I am Princess Aleczandria Mayriae the Eighth, and I, am the Fey-Magi Queen. I am the one who is both magi and Fey, and my people, are among you, the humani. In my native tongue, you are the hated ones, the ones destined to die, the outcasts, who are children of the Great Destroyer. You are our greatest downfall, our largest disappointment. You were supposed to be our saving grace. You are, the de' Athe.

If I see you again, you must perish, by the might of the Fey and the strength of the magi. You may be wondering why I must kill you. You would not know. Your kind, surprisingly, harnessed the little intellect you have, and covered it up well, for humani, even if Elf- kind could do better with, the humani expression, with both hands tied behind their back. You destroyed my people, set them against each other- planting the evidence, as though the magi would commit such a crime! Magi are absolutely harmless, except for their true power. And now you have started a war. Between you, the Fey, and the Magi. That is why, you wretched, dark beasts that belong to the Destroyer, were stripped of your will, your choice. And now you know the reason your life must be ransomed.  

    I am the bridge, the connector. The world, as you simple humans might understand it, is

not quite a simple as you believe. Vampires and witches, Wereclan. These beings, they are a much older, and powerful force than you could ever dream of. They, the supernatural, the underground, and the bloodsuckers, they are your worst nightmares. Lucky for you, your greatest fears, have just been realized.

Princesse Aleczandria Mayriae the Eighth, Queen of the Wereclan, Leader of the Vampires, and Sovereign ruler of the Rise of the Witches.