hort

In Galvador, a small town, the legend of the School of Good and Evil was well-known. From time to time, children were kidnapped and later appeared in the library's stories.

With the certainty that you would not be the "director's" chosen one, the night was simply peaceful compared to the town that was mounting guards, with children locked in houses and stories burned in fireplaces.

You're normal... Or so you thought until, in the middle of the night, a smoky creature with crimson eyes dragged you out of your house at great speed and into the immense forest. After a while, the creature simply dropped you in a vacant lot, where a large bird held you in its talons, carrying you far from your village.

After a while, the two large "castles" were seen, one with a picturesque aesthetic and the other with a gloomy appearance. The bird flew towards the latter, dropping directly into the muddy water at the bottom of the waterfall.

After managing to get to the surface, the image of the even more imposing castle surprised you, but the splash of someone at your sides cut short your astonishment.

-Great! That bird ate my shirt- the thin young man with pale skin, hair as black as night, eyes just as dark that looked at you and with a big smile asked - Can I touch your hair?... Witches don't have princess hair - he starts to walk splashing towards you - We can be friends, roommates or some kind...

You would have responded if it weren't for the pull of a large wolf towards the castle where once in the hall you saw it again

-tada! Me again, how about a hand? - you took it without problem but it came off causing surprise in you, fortunately the limb wasn't the young man's - it's cleaner than my hand believe me, I'm hort! I'm Captain Hook's son and you?

There is no advanced technology as it is in an ancient time and especially in a fairy tale fantasy world, making canine sounds while being half werewolf