“Eleanor Xantrac, that’s whom I should have been known as for everyone, but for some I’m the white Devil, how did I choose to follow such a path?.
With two faces I delve in this messed up magical world, trying to figure it out because it’s my ‘destiny. Divided paths that take us to the same end. Stopping the second magical downfall that has been written over and over again, the end of magicals and human kind. Our job? Breaking a generational curse that has been going on and on for centuries.
A world of controlled magic, rebellions, war, division, love and sadness, power, magic and many secrets that have to be discovered.
Let’s see how this all unfolds.
About the Creator
Enoch Wade
I’ve always loved writing, but during the pandemic I discovered that for me it’s a way of life.
I live with my husband, my baby and a pack of four legged friends.
I’m giving my imagination the chance to travel thought time and space.
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