Nobody knows where they came from. Their whereabouts have even less in the way of answers and theories. Answers, and Theories. That's all they are. All they want you to know.
We all believed the last of the druids went out with the last purge our queen did. Something she does to cleanse the land of magic. In her words, only she could possess it.
But the druids didn't go out. Not when the vines swirl around the royal guard, thorns pricking the skin deep enough to bleed.
Pirates. Pirates are a threat. The land isn't safe, but neither are the seas. Not with their self appointed queen, Lull. Not with sea monsters at her beck and call.
A demigod rising to divinity, her way paved with the blood of thousands. For weeks, the rivers ran red, the valley grass stained copper-crimson.
And now, the kindly queen Divina has gone mad. The woods are as dark as her soul. Watch your back.
