Ruling a world of beasts and mythical creatures is great. It’s fun! But sometimes, I want to smash something over my head, especially when problems arise.

Hi! I’m Nova. I don’t know my last name, nor do I want to. My parents gave me up. I really don’t mind this as I don’t remember them at all. But that’s not important. You know who is? Oliver. He’s like the older brother I never had. Or maybe I do have one, but I won’t ever know. Probably off with my parents on some beach in California.

Okay, so maybe I do care. The curiosity is eating me alive. But either way, it doesn’t matter. I’ve survived on my own for 15 years. Oliver’s 17, almost 18, with curly brown hair, round glasses, and, oddly, pointy ears. Like an elf’s.

Speaking of peculiar features, on my right forearm I have a red and black tattoo of a dragon emerging from flames. Cool? Not really. Sometimes, it burns like fire spreading across my body, leaving me barely able to move. Worse, it’s happening more often now. Almost like a warning.

“Oh, hey, Oliver!” I nodded to him. “Did you find it?”

He tossed me a bag and said, “Look inside.”

“Macaroons?” I gasped.

“Your favourite.”

It’s true. I have an unhealthy obsession with macaroons, even though we rarely get them. Living on the run makes it hard.

Oh, did I not tell you? Yeah, so, Oliver and I may or may not be wanted across the city.........

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