Ireland is said to be a place of magic. A place where fairytales still exist. A place where witches and wizards, magical creatures and fairies still roam the lands. Deep in the heart of Ireland, in a town called Finch, it still does. Tucked away in a valley forged and protected by a witch’s spell lies the Ashcroft Academy.

The Ashcroft Academy was founded many generations ago by Lillian Ashcroft. In the castle where the Ashcroft family has always lived. As a safe haven, a place of solace for creatures of all kinds. A place to get away from the persecution and prying eyes of mortals. And for years it worked out very well. Until werewolves started attending the academy. Werewolves were coming out of their hiding to send their children somewhere they believed safe.

In the outside world, the rivalry between werewolves and Sphinx was growing greater and greater until the entire mythological world was split. Those who supported the werewolves and those who supported the Sphinx. Of course there were those who remained neutral but they were few and far in between, not to mention that they were looked down upon.

So the sides were formed and the fights grew worse. Deaths started springing up both sides. And not only the werewolves and Sphinx were dieing. Innocent bystanders and either side supporters were turning up dead. And that hatred started to bubble over into Ashcroft.

The problems began with petty pranks between the two groups. Mischief and annoyances around the school but soon it started to morph into the like of the war going on outside between the students parents. No deaths occurred inside the walls of Ashcroft. Liam Ashcroft, the current headmaster was sure of that. But injuries have started to pop up as a result of fights that have been occurring between the students more and more often.