Witches, Warlocks, Wizards. Sirens, Merfolk. Elves, Dwarves, Fairies. Dragons, Harpy's, Wyverns. Hatred stirs between these races, they keep within their kingdom's borders and bundle up tight when venturing into the other kingdoms. But the hatred between the individual races was nothing compared to what the High King of Sanaroth- the neighboring country- feels to the magical inhabitants of Illisium. He has designed a weapon... something that will erase magic from the world forever. War is brewing, and the kingdoms must band together if they wish to weather this storm.

Valerie Lytton has been known as many things. The eldest princess, heir to the throne, a prize to be won from her father. But now, during the most tragic time in her kingdoms history, a new title has arisen for Valerie. The title of an orphan, of the girl whose father went missing. The only daughter of the king left alone to spend her last remaining year as princess, without guidance. She is left in the hands of the steward, basically the "Second in command" Everyone pities the poor child. They say that the steward is crazy. Not aloud of course, the king has eyes and ears everywhere. It's not safe anymore, not for the royals, the commoners, the nobles. No one.

[Highest Rank #1 in #fictionalcharacters, 8/2/2018; #1 in #dramaromance, 3/7/2019; #25 in #teenagers, 10/2/2019] Abnormals are teenagers that have superpowers. Teenagers like me. My name is Lyanna, and my superpower is mind control. It's 2050, and the government has been hunting down Abnormals since I was born. They killed my parents when I was eight. They tried to capture me, but they failed. You may have though that after all those years, they would stop searching for me. But I know they haven't. I know this from the "Wanted" posters that are taped on store windows, on brick walls, nailed into tree trunks. I know that there is a list of the names of almost a hundred teenagers, with a bounty next to each of the names. My name is listed at the top. I have been forced to live on the streets for eight years. Eight years in fear, in suffering, and constantly on the run. But I've had enough of their mistreatment. Today, I'm turning sixteen. Today, I'm choosing to fight back. And today, I'm not afraid.