For 17 years of my life, I was an average valley girl, living in a small city on the south-east border of Canada. I went to school, had friends and a great family... all until I was swept off my feet by a handsome young man.

By my 18th date of birth, I was taken away, only to find out that my "prince" was really an evil sorcerer who'd plotted my capture as revenge against my ancestors!

As the story goes.. my ancestors would not allow the sorcerer to wed their daughter, the young maiden he loved and longed for. He swore that even if he had to wait for centuries to come, he would have the companionship of his love.

Now at 20 years of age, my resemblance to the painting of "Mystelle", his long lost beloved maiden, is uncanny. I live in a stone castle in a deserted area, the view of the ocean and surrounding forest can be beautiful at times, as could be the mansion with some light and a little redecorating, but there isn't much point with no-one to share it's beauty with.

My only living contacts are my dog, who keeps me company day and night, the sorcerer, who is on the go a good part of the day, and of course.. YOU.

For the past two years, I'd grieved the loss of all those I cared for. On my 20th date of birth, the sorcerer performed a ritual on me cast an eternal "youth & beauty" spell is what he did!

I suppose I should be thankful in some ways, I'll never grow old or ugly, but the thought of spending eternity in such a damp and dreary building causes a lonely and dreadful pang in my heart at times.

Well.. it's getting late, and the master will soon be home. I must go and prepare some dinner, he gets awful sore at me if his stomach starts growling and if he has time to spare before food is ready, he usually stirs up quite a storm.