“A girl shall be born on the 29th of February, A childhood of happiness and never wary, In the midst of her adolescence, a loved one goes astray, Which begins her journey to a land far away. A journey of 8 she will start, But only 4 will make it to the heart, She will reach eighteen against all odds, The ultimate sacrifice she will give to the gods …” Cheska Patterson was just an average 17- year old girl, living with her grandmother in the little town of Samar. Everything was going swell not until her grandmother suddenly went missing only leaving behind a small black book, the accidentally tells her a prophecy. Distraught by her sudden disappearance she went on to have the adventure of her life. Myths became reality, deities became her friends, the truth often not fully revealed and prophecies become her fear. Guided only by the Black Book of Spells left by her Shaman grandmother, it is no secret that she’s in desperate need of help and company. On her journey, she meets a couple of friends, unaware that their whole lives were about to do a 360-degree flip, literally. BEWARE, dear reader, let this be your initial warning. This is not the usual cliché story where the damsel is saved by her knight, this is actually quite the opposite of that. The damsel is the hero (still in distress a lot of times), the knight doesn’t think that he needs saving but what does he know? A story of power, magic, death, friendship, betrayal, and a little bit of love. I’ve warned you for this story is true, it will echo through the walls of humanity, and be repeated ceaselessly in history. This is my story, I am Cheska Patterson, and this is my journey towards the truth, my truth.