Marcelina

I stand on the balcony of my ancient castle, looking out across the undulating lands of my kingdom. The night is alive with strange lights that burst and fade like ghostly fireworks over the landscape. My heart tightens at the sight; such phenomena are omens, harbingers of change—or turmoil—in the supernatural realm.

A cool breeze plays with a strand of my hair as I watch, my eyes tracing the eerie glow that seems to emanate from deep within the caverns scattered ...