I used to not believe in fairy tales, especially fairy tales. But the day the fairies came to my small town and the Hunters rose from their graves, that changed. That day I received a book, a collection of myths and legends. It turned out that these were not fairy tales at all. And I was on the verge of revealing the secret when the book was stolen by someone I called a friend. Now I don’t know who I can turn to, who I can trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I'm at a crossroads between them because I'm both a faerie and a hunter. And although I swore I would never choose, I am slowly leaning towards one of them.