"In the Normal land of England there lived a princess. Everyone in the land knew that the princess was different, that she was special. Beautiful, but special. The princess had special powers…one of her powers was the ability to fly with the feathered appendages that grew out of her back. Another was the ability to control the elements (earth, fire, water, air, light, dark and thunder). And the last power the princess has I telepathy, the ability to communicate through the mind. To everyone she was blessed, an angel.

Everyone believed that the princess was the daughter of King Alex and Queen Liza. They didn't know the truth of the princess' parentage. The only ones who knew the truth were the King and Queen and the princess' real parents. On the night known as the princess' birthday, many things happened.

That night the King and Queen were expecting their first child. But when the child was birthed it was unmoving, a still-born. Sadness racked their bodies. What they didn't know was fate had another plan for them. For in the Magical land of Mysteria a child, a baby girl, was also born. Her name was Nolyia and she was loved dearly, but her life was in danger. For there was a prophecy in Mysteria that a female child born the night of a full moon with feathered wings would be the one to destroy Mysteria's royalty. Nolyia's parents were scared for their little girl and prayed to the gods to somehow save her. Little did they know, their prayers were be answered.

A messenger of the gods came down, took the child, and traveled through time and space to the Kingdom of England were the situation was explained and the King and Queen agreed to raise Nolyia as their own and protect her.

And so a child from Mysteria has lived and been loved in the land of England as a princess where she has been ever since, for many wonderful years."

Looking at the almost 7-year-old sitting on the bed, ecstatic, the Queen smiled.

"Thank you Momma!" the child exclaimed

"You are welcome Nolyia," the Queen replied "but now it is time for bed."

At that the child stood up, shook out her wings, and proceeded to get ready for bed.

"Momma, I love it when you tell me the story of my namesake."

What the little one didn't know was that the princess in the story was actually herself, and that the story wasn't a story, but what actually happened that night seven years ago.

"I know my child," the Queen said "as do I, now, come and give your mother a hug before bed."

The child did as told and went to bed like normal. What she didn't know was that after tomorrow, everything she knew was going to change…