Back in the times were magic ruled the world, where witches stood at the top of the chain, ensuring order and respect of the rules in a continent of vampires and humans after a war meant to establish their dominion came a rather peaceful atmosphere. With their visions and skills, witches were invincible. Or so that was what was thought until one day, the witch queendom, Luxia, was destroyed. Several witch children then found themselves homeless and sold into slavery, without anyone knowing about it. Without any witch foreseeing it, leaving the few humans in total despair and vampires finally holding the power they had craved for. The worst about all this was that the only witch royalty that remained was an amnesiac coward, a girl scared of the truth yet with ambitious dreams of breaking away from slavery. With a pseudo-pride and a stubborn interior. Once a princess admire by all who had lost her magic or at least was what she thought went ahead with an idiotic plan of running away. Of course, fate wasn't having any of it, and she made an encounter that could be called reality. A handsome and heartless cold reality.