I'm the antagonist.

This isn't your typical fairytale. You see, I hate my prince. I hate him with every fiber of my being, every strand of my DNA. But there was a time, long ago, when I loved him. When he promised to free me from my ivory tower, And made me believe in true love's kiss. But it was too good to be true. And my prince? He turned out to be a monster, not a savior. So I disappeared. I've watched. I've waited. For twelve years, my anger has festered and grown. But now, I'm back. And I'm not playing the role of a princess, no, I'm the villain in this story. *UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY*

Nocturne lies in the cracks, the fault lines and the fissures. It's in the shadows of every corner of the land, the ricochets left behind crumbling empires, and the last remnants of magic that still dare to grace a world that attempts to destroy it. Few discover the clandestine fortress, once a palace, the home of the ashes of alchemy, and even fewer will ever meet the last that have true sorcery running through their blood. The arcane arts can be taught, they can be learned-although such knowledge is punishable by death-but to some they are intrinsic. True sorcerers with a power to kill for. Only a few remain, all male, and their abilities are dwindling. Nocturne, once the beating heart of the arcane, has become the place it will surely die. Now, a girl has been born. Fascienne Ayers is the first girl born to Nocturne in centuries. Her birth will cause a rupture in the very fabric of what is known, believed, and manipulated into being. Some will follow her, others will oppose her, and then there are those who will attempt to kill her. The stage is set for a war of sorcery, of power, of blood and betrayal.

Darkness shrouds their world and they are blinded by it not able to tell what is false and what isn't. Erm, Wyra, Rame and Kanan have to embark on their own journies and pick up any clues they can find to save lives and unfold the truth across kingdoms.