Set in the 1870s
A 5-year-old Margaret lived with her widowed mother in a small village of Brookville. For the little girl, everything seemed perfect until one day her world drowned in an ocean of blood.
"Margaret listen to Momma" her mother pleaded with her hands cupping the small face.
"The world is not a safe place for you. If I leave you, do not cry okay? You must live.." the mother tried to pull her lips to smile but she failed.
"Momma loves you" Emilia kissed her daughter for the last time.
Having no idea what was happening she saw her mother leave the house without turning back.
Hearing the sounds of tearing flesh and screams, scared little Margaret found a place to hide.
As the only survivor of the massacre, will Margaret be able to survive? Will she be able to unfold the mystery behind the death of her mother?
10 years later
"Good morning mother, good morning father" Margaret greeted.
The main continent, Ceadon is divided into four provinces, namely the land of Brookville, the land of Ostbarrow, the land of Wintermere and the land of Shadowlake.
To maintain peace among the four provinces, the mythical creatures such as the vampires, the witches, the dragons and the werewolves lived in their respective province. Humans resided in all provinces. Staying amidst the vampires, will Margaret be able to know who she is?
The young girl sets to find her true identity, and on her way meets the Enchanted Soul.
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Updates- 1 or 2 chapters per week as I need to build a strong background and a list of characters.
Eventually, I'll be updating more chapters once the story-line becomes strong. ^_^
This is my first novel. So you can expect frequent edits in the first few chapters.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the cover page. All credits to the owner of the cover.
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*
