The collision of two
FATA, a playground for the fates. It is home to many kingdoms, kingdoms ruled by different creatures. Magical from the core, it keeps them alive through the bloody fruits that are sweet as nectar from white barked trees, and air that is nourishment to their souls. Two essential things that are apparent that Serilda grew without, having remained in the dark about the the core of her existence, it is when two collide that set things into place.
It is because of the collision of her mate’s soul and that of hers, that changes begin to occur. Changes beyond human comprehension, and she would come to learn, that although she had grown up in their world, it wasn’t where or who she was meant to be.
This is her tale, in coming to discover that, not only does she have magic thrumming dormant within her very human-like veins, her image isn’t that of her own either, but that she’s meant to have wings and sharp tipped ears, sharp gleaming fangs and eyes a molten gold.
She is meant to have a crown, however, which crown will come to be, is the question. Thrust in a world she has no idea about, filled with long lived traditions and where power and status trump tranquillity and peace magical creatures are meant to endorse and epitomise, how is she to face those after not only the life of her mate’s but soon hers as well? Having been living in isolation, how do you come to rule a kingdom? The fates have the kingdoms, Acretin and Bileria for pawns and only time can tell how the game will end.
Conie_Reigh · Fantasie
