Hey there, folks! I'm Agatha Youngblood, the illegitimate love child of the empress of all that is magical and light (fairies, angels, mermaids) and her bodyguard-a witch-making me the epitome of ignominy.
Fancy word, huh? Learned it at Yale.
I've been hiding in the shadows my whole life, even though I'm the heir to the supernatural empire. Why?
Because witches are about as popular as a three-headed toad at a tea party. If I manage to survive until my twentieth birthday, destiny's like, "Hey, Agatha, you're gonna be the ruler!" If I kick the bucket before that, my half-brother Sven gets the throne. And guess what? Sven is on a mission to wipe out all us witches and other dark species (vampires, werewolves, sirens). Cheers, bro.
But hold on, it gets juicier. Sven has a superpower cocktail in his blood-fairy and seraphim magic-while yours truly only got the witch training from dear old Dad and some less-impressive cherub vibes from
Mom. But fear not, dear reader, for I've got a Greek god in my pocket: Apollo, my new boo. Together, we've got three months to level up my angel and fairy skills so when Sven and I have our showdown, I've got a fifty-fifty chance of survival.
Like, who needs a stress-free life? But hey, I'm Aggie, the witch-angel-fairy on a crash course to save my magical hide-and only every witch, siren, vampire, and werewolf in the world is counting on me. Buckle up, folks, 'cause this mythical rollercoaster is about to take off, and I intend to give it one Styx of a ride!