Long time ago when Magic still had a mind of its own. There was a mystical woman who dressed in a flowing orange gown that reached her feet. Her vibrant orange hair reached till her chin. Her true name was a mystery to the world so they would call her 'Mistress of Magic'. During this time war was common while peace was just as mystical as a fleeing dream. The place where this story takes place is a desolate wasteland, covered in rubble, as if abandoned for centuries. Fire looming in the background, and thick smoke filled the air. In the midst of the chaos was a man battling Mistress of Magic. The world knew him as 'Lord of Magic'. But she knew him from another name--Arnold. This was the battle for the right of the Magic. Now will it be used for good or bad that was up to the battle to decide. The fight was nothing short of a catastrophe. People had fled from their homes. No place was safe from the war. And just when it looked like Mistress of Magic was going to win there was a power switch. Intrigued yet? Read to find out more English is not my first language and this is my first ever book and i know the cover is bad i am up for any new cover if anyone is interested in making me a new one (for free because I am broke)