I started writing this story a couple of years ago, with hopes of getting myself published in the near future. With the hectic pace of life currently, I find it difficult to continue writing and my little story -- I am somewhat embarrassed to say this -- has somehow stagnated.

Now that I look at it again, it reminds me of my younger more idealistic self, perhaps more naive self, when romance and adventure seemed just around the corner.

Perhaps they still are, just a little more difficult to find in the face of the rat-race and other modern economic distractions. I can no longer remember the various sources I had found for the story, but I sincerely thank each and every person who has, quite unconsciously, contributed to this essay.

I will not detain you further. Just read on.

Grayewolfe