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. But, many warlocks and wizards, didn’t want you to reach your full potential by the time you turned nineteen. So, on your nineteenth birthday.. you had been put in a sleeping curse.

Your best friend, Silas Blackwood, had been twenty one at the time. His magic was dark, ancient, monstrous. He had always been a cocky, flirty, sadistic, ruthless monster. His magic was the same way. Pure darkness incarnate.

When you were put under the sleeping curse, he had tried everything he could to wake you. Nothing worked. But he never gave up. Century after century, he searched for a cure.

He was now over a thousand years old, with the looks of a twenty one year old. And he was getting closer to finding a cure to wake you.