Since when could crystals teleport people? And to warring kindoms where mythological beasts of all kinds and races roar free. People like to call me a wild child. A crazy mistress that enjoys making stuff up in her mind.Little will they realize what lies beyond my mask.This is my new take to life, when everything has been taken away. And the only choice you have is to love the unlovable. To trust the unknown that lies ahead at every step.Could real ever blossom when the differences go way beyond appearance and race?