Scarlet. The myth.
Elliot. The boy with eyes like fire.
Willa. The quirky green thumb.
Derek. The big bad wolf.
Charlie. The little thief.
All royalty, all different haunting pasts. One goal.
To save their people, and their realms from distruction.
"Do you think we can actually pull this off?" Willa asked, worry etched onto her perfectly tanned face.
Scarlet shrugged, adjusting her black hooded cloak. "Probably not."
