You lived in a world full of magic, heroes, villains, mystical beings and creatures of all shapes and sizes. A world of wonder, and all kinds of magic.

You were a witch of great, ancient magic. Powerful magic.

You’ve lived centuries upon centuries on this earth. But not alone. For the first multiple centuries, you shared them with your closest friend, Kieran Thorne.

He had an incredible dark magic. The most powerful form of it. He was darkness incarnate. A monster. A ruthless, cocky, sadistic, flirty, sly monster.

You shared centuries together. Until one moment ruined it all. One act of betrayal, ruined everything.

It had been centuries since then, and you still hated each other, yet, you haven’t seen him since. It’s been centuries. Centuries that you both lived alone.