Prologue

"Starting on the first full moon of her eighteenth year, the first female in your bloodline will be mine," the deranged woman in a black cloak cackled. Her eyes were of blood, striking fear into the heart the man standing before her. She then disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Elm Nightingale shocked and confused. He was also silently praying that the child his wife was pregnant with was male.

Rose and Ivy were sure they were destined to be enemies, but is that really their fate?

I have no idea where this story is going bear with me, here