I was suddenly spirited away, and in encountered a being that would change my life forever. It spoke of inheritance, and things at that time, I didn't not understand.

This is tale of fiction, this is a tale of reality. Of worlds unknown and known. This is the end of one, and the beginning of another.

If words are power, then what of the worlds created by those words?

How much power does fiction hold? In our dream realities are mold.