I really hope this has improved since any of my last stories . This is just the short prologue so bear with it. Will be keeping up... hopefully… regularly. Well… onto the story!

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Sometimes I wonder if I am really insane because over the course of the last year, my experiences are looking to be more and more of fantasy rather than reality. My counselor says I'm making the story up to make my brain hide the traumatic experience of being kidnapped and tortured. I told her that I really had been transported into a game; that I wasn't lying to them. I wasn't tortured or kidnapped. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. My parents told me the same thing. "You weren't transported into a game sweety. You told us yourself the first day we found you that even you didn't believe it." I told her, "How could I have been gone three months and you not have gotten any ransom note from this so called "kidnapper" since you had the police crawling all over the United States!" They had refused to answer. They didn't know. All they knew was that I went out and didn't come back. There is magic in the world but why it revealed itself that day I don't even know. But it was because of this magic that I am able to tell this story.