Prologue:

Seven years ago. All I can remember as of now. A tragic disaster in my workshop while I was away. My name is Atti Ras and I am a powerful sorceress who uses the powers for good. I may be powerful enough to rule the world, but I am not that cruel. I use those powers to help others and give them a better future. But before I can tell you that story, I must tell you this story.

It was seven years ago as I work on my creation. A world that is if you ask me. Not only I made a model of it, but I give this small world life by using my magic held in both my paintbrush and a liquid called the thinner. I spend almost 12 hours on the project so I decided to rest for a bit before my body aches like an old dog.

But what I didn't know is that trouble is lurking towards my workshop.

It all began in a small town called Mellowbrook where 5-year old Kendall Perkins resides. She was a rich girl but not too spoiled like the others. Her head is full of imagination and creativity. But she also has a hint of curiousity inside of her which is why I mentioned her in the first place.

It was a rainy day in Mellowbrook and Kendall is so bored that there's nothing else for her to do in the house.

"Mommy," Kendall cried. "I'm bored."

"Oh don't be so negative sweetie," said her mother. "There's always something in the house you can do."

"How?"

"Use your imagination. And why don't you ask Kick to come over? I'm sure he ahas something to do on a rainy day."

"Can't. He's on a treasure hunt trip with his Uncle Jules in Egypt."

"A treasure hunt? Kick's mother never told me about that."

"She just called but you weren't home so I took the message instead."

"Why that's very nice of you dear. Now use your imagination so you won't be bored. Understand?"

"Sure mommy."

As Mrs. Perkins left the room, Kendall ran upstairs to find something to do. But nothing seems to work. She tried dress up, tea parties and games but to no avail.

"Now what?" cried Kendall.

Just then, she saw something strange about her mirror. She walks towards it and placed her hand there. What amazed her is that her hand went trough the relection. A gateway to another world.

"Cool," Kendall said as she pulls back her arm. "I wonder what's on the other side."

So Kendall walks through the reflection and to her amazement, she is inside a workshop. Not just any workshop - my workshop.

"Wow," Kendall said again. "This is like a wizard's chamber like in the movies."

And then, something caught her eyes - it was my model of my creative world.

"Amazing," cried Kendall.

Then she saw my paintbrush.

"I wonder what this does."

As soon as Kendall dips the brush into the paint, a drop of paint lands on my creation, forming a mini monster in the process.

"Oh no," Kendall cried. "I'll use the thinner thing to erase him."

But she accidentally spilled a jar of paint, mixed with a jar of thinner and made a big wormhole on my creation. Kendall screams big time. Suddenly, she heard footsteps - my footsteps.

"I've got to get home before I get into trouble!" said Kendall.

So before I have the chance to see Kendall, she was already gone. Back to her own world and more specifically, her room.

"Thank god that was close," said Kendall. "That is one of the last things I want to do in my life."

And so you see, my creation is destroyed but I never got the chance to see Kendall in person. But I can always know her by memory. I'll wait for her seven years from the day she sets foot in my workshop.