《 Prologue 》

"All that glitters is not gold, but all that is pure most certainly is."

The Dark Ages are over. Camelot has been lost. Killahead is scattered. Those that remember recall bright days filled with the laughter of young boys, one with a crown on his head, one with magic in his eyes, and one with gold within his soul. Nowadays, they are nothing but legend and one has long since been forgotten by time. But there has been a disturbance in the balance of magic, and a human hand now holds an amulet bound in sorcery. Things are arising, and the earth quakes in terror.

[An Open Book Series: 1st Installment]

I do not own Trollhunters or BBC's Merlin. All I claim ownership of is this story and my characters within.