Prologue
My name is Alice Turner; I'm an artist and a long time fan of Science Fiction.
Ever since I was ten, I collected posters, figures, comics, books, anything to do with Sci-Fi. I draw things that come to my imagination such as monsters, aliens, spaceships etc. My creations are neither simple nor professional. They are just something I can be proud of.
I found it as way to escape my world, to live amongst those that don't exist. To become someone that people could depend on. In my reality, nothing ever happens. It was too normal and ordinary. There is no magic, or special powers, or advanced technology that was gifted from the heavens. Not even events that could change your life forever. It can drive me mad sometimes.
Today was my birthday. I have just turned fourteen. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I blew out the fourteen candles on the cake as I watch my parents, brother and grandparents cheer out loud. I was smiling.
"What did you wish for?" my mother asks.
"I can't tell you." I grinned whilst opening a pink present.
"Come on, Alice!" begged Darren. He was my eleven-year-old brother. "We want to know!"
Darren has always been fascinated with my Sci-Fi collection and has endless knowledge of them. He was the kind of brother who would be curious of what an older sibling could do and follow their example, like hero-worshipping or something.
As I pealed the pink paper off my mysterious gift, I stared momentarily at a game that has been popular for three years. Mass Effect.
"If I told you, Darren, then it wouldn't come true." I said happily.