Prologue

Deep in an untouchable wilderness worked a sorcerer, keeping himself busy with an experiment he's determined to accomplish. He had little time to put his new magic to work. The clocked ticked and ticked, to warn him only a few minutes awaited until the entire planets of the solar system alined perfectly. The sorcerer added the final touches of liquid potions into a large glass bowl, wrapped with snakelike vines. The substances mixed and glowed brilliant colours, filling the tiny, messy, cabin in the middle of the dark forest. The man tossed away a strand of his ruff black hair, he hasn't washed in a month. Outside, he took the bowl of combined ingredients into a circular clearing with absolutely no trees. In the very center was a tree stump, which was where he placed the glass bowl. Slowly, the liquid rose above the bowl and formed into a large bluish white crystal. The jewel glittered and lightened the area. As each second passed the brighter the diamond became. The sorcerer covered his eyes with his dark green cape and waited in anticipation as to what would happen. It wasn't long until the planets were lined up perfectly. Suddenly, the crystal stopped glowing and all was silence and still. The man knew something was going to happen, and it did. A beam of laser light shot down and collided with the crystal. The impact was similar to an explosion and both the sorcerer and rows of trees flung away. The earth shook violently and the next four towns, many kilometers away felt it as well. The man awoke with many bruises and scratched from crashing into the gigantic, uprooted forest trees. He didn't care about his injuries, for his interest was what had happened to his experiment.

After climbing over the obstacles, he found the circular clearing, completely gone. It seemed like a meteorite fell from the sky and created the large crater. But he only found the crystal, without a scratch or chip, where the meteorite would've been. He slid to the bottom of the crater and hesitated to touch the jewel. He tapped the object. Nothing happened. The man picked up the beautiful crystal that was the size of his hand and stared at it, wondering. . . . If the written history was true. Can this mystic treasure take him and other people to another world? A world neither the greatest sorcerer nor sorceress knows about? He won't be the only one to find out. Others will come. Some who may think it as only a fairytale or fact. There will be more others, who will visit the world they've never known. Never knowing if they will return to the world they once came from.