“tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”
Plagued for centuries by the impeding threat of Vampires, Spellcasters have waited for the day when the Chosen One would appear. With Vladislaus Straud’s army rising, will the Chosen One appear before it’s too late? Or will the Spellcasters dwindle into dust under Vladislaus’ wrath?












