I guess  the best part about being born with magic in the middle of the Great Purge  is that I  never get the chance to  grow attached to anyone enough to mourn their certain death.

The druids call me Emrys, yet i don’t remember what my parents named me, nor do i remember my birthday or how old i am supposed to be.

Sometiemes i wonder if I even exist.

Who am I?

What is my purpose?

Why do they hate us so much?


First part! ahhh i just have so many ideas! i am a slowpoke drawing tho, hope to get more panels done soon!


"We fight for the future."



M O R G A N A a bad deed [quote]