The kingdom was dying, and the magic with it. What used to flow within the nd, through the rivers, forests, and even people’s blood was slowly disappearing. Crops were dying. Spells stopped working. The world was quieter, emptier. Most people didn’t know right away, but could feel it crumbling down into pieces. In a quiet town, far from the capitol, lived a girl with magic still inside of her. Real magic. The one that could heal or destroy… everything. Some wanted to protect her. Some wanted to use her. And one was sent to kill her. No questions asked. He found her. In a pce called Mireholt.