Fairy tales don’t exist.
There was never going to be a Prince Charming in shining armor riding on a majestic horse with a mission to rescue a maiden in distress so that they can both ride off into the sunset together. At least, not in this story.
Sorry to spoil it for you all. But if you were expecting something similar, might as well flip over the cover and be done with it right here. We can’t offer you a fairy tale with a happy ending. Not anymore. Just war, death and a touch of magic.
Who would have thought the only thing needed to ignite a war that will engulf the entire world is the most common thing in all of us, the will of a single man? Of course, being magically blessed by birth helps too.
They started it all. Mages, they call themselves, wielders of unspeakable devastation on a universal scale. Nobody knows how many of them are in existence, ten thousand? One hundred? Or just the meager number of ten? All we know is that most countries fell to them like dominoes on their first strike, all in the matter of minutes. Other countries are holding out, but for how long? Hours, perhaps? Nowhere is safe anymore.
My name is Caine. Welcome to my beginning of the end.
