King... Whatever The Fuck.

[PUT ON HOLD UNTIL I AM DONE WITH WELCOME TO WEEBY'S]
The year? 1830. Suspicions? Raised. Witches, wizards, and warlocks? Real.
It all starts in the simple town of Vaceian. You rescue a small girl who barely looked over the age of five from the wretched kings local guard. After returning her to another girl who clearly looks older, your suspicions weren't high. That is, until you saw the elder sister sprout raven wings.

Warnings: Cursing, gore (in future chapters), that it's made by a terrible author. -_-||

Is made by me and is in possession of my small brain. Hope you like it!
-Weeby