prologue
"As she looked up at the sky, she daydreamed of life and love. Of the adventures she reads in books and watches on TV. As she finally put the worn bookmark back in between two of the many well-worn pages of her favorite book "Game of Thrones." A wish fell from her plump pink lips, "If only I could be there with you, I could prevent all of the awful things from happening to you." Unknown to her the God's were quickly and secretly answering her prayerful wish./p
"She sighed with disappointed, "Such things are impossible, you are just a simple girl with an extremely dull and adventure less life. Things will not change no matter how much you wish for them too."She slowly drifted into a deep sleep, with a single tear resting gently on her flawed skin. This girl, Clara, though she prefers to be called Mike. An alternative name given to her by one of the most influential person to come into her life. Is quite an ordinary young women, still a maiden at the age of 19. A choice she is quite proud of though the time she was born into, has been known to be quite promiscuous. She is a height of five foot four, slender is what she is not. Mike has a body of a women with a chest quite large, and a belly which is flat compared. Yet she is still wider than she preferred. Her hair is that of medium length. A shimmering auburn, a bright red, not of natural color, she tries to change her self and seem more interesting. Her face is a round shape, plump, yet beautiful. A brown birth mark in the shape of a tear has been placed by her left deep blue eye. Her skinned has blemishes like every other natural person.