Prologue

A long time ago when the human world co-existed with the supernatural, there was a kingdom called Dame.

A kingdom that prospered above all others, they prospered in crops, wealth, health, and very powerful magic.

These magic’s are divided into two parts the light and the dark coven. The white coven is governor by demigods, witches, fairies, spirit, and all the creatures of the heaven; while the dark coven was governor by the dark mist ruler of the underworld, with his minors, and every other vial creature of death and darkness.

Dame was a favored kingdom; there are those who believe this prosperity to be the blessing of their forefathers, and others who believe it to be a gift from their gods.

But no one knew that deep underneath the strong layers of the castled wall, covered with white Vail; naked, hurt, blind to the outside world was the source of their prosperity.

At of the nine reams of the human world, Dame was the most favored of them all; no one knew that the gods themselves laid hold of Dame not because it was most loved but because it carried their very heart in one being.

After freeing the forbidden, there is no way the gods will let her be free? She cannot be killed and she did nothing wrong, even if those responsible for her being affiliated are no more; she can’t be left alone because she carried what cannot be destroyed even by the fore-gods.

For her soul and spirit are strong-willed, because the darkness cannot completely take hold of her, it’s destroys everything in its part, and in other to protect her and the innocent, she was caged in a place no one can ever find, even those that took her to the destinations has to be killed while others memory was wiped in order for it to be completely hidden till the dawn of time.

Even the ruler of the underworld was nowhere to be found, hidden among men, cloth with the spring of a young maid, he hides from the heavens, taken along the soul of the wretched blood fei of the house of frost deep from the mountain of Acar.

A place where no rain, light, or wind was; a place where the sun nor moon can find, a place where even the greatest shaman could not locate, a place of all the powerful witches were to come together to find there could not.

A place created for just her, a place called the under verse Dame.

from here on out the journey begins, for others, it might be too heavy for some, it might be what you want, while for some it will be too heavy. being good a bad people sometimes don't pay but we can't change our nature, can we?