A world on the brink of chaos just behind the veil. Only the rightful heir can return the courts to peace, but even with help, will they be able to cross the treacherous fae lands in time?
Music can only be transcendent when it is a product of the heart. What if that heart were artificially manufactured? A group of young prodigies seek meaning.
A country on the brink of collapsing. A dying king. The crown prince and his crew of vigilantes. A new dawn is coming, one way or another.
Here's a joke. So what do a witch, a siren, a pheonix, and a fae have in common? They're on the run from certain death! Not a funny joke at all, actually, now that I think about it. That was lame.|| 1x1