In a land of dark forests and dry, parched lands there winds a maze. Twisting, timeless, never-ending and
unpenetrable. . . until the day a young girl came and stepped beyond the doors of wood and into a land of stone.
Magic flew upon the wind like salt on an ocean breeze, and the predator's veins burned like fire with the thrill of the
chase. Where crystals kept dreams and a young mind held a naive view that was crushed and cast to the winds.
Words were whispered in the darkness, and when all was said and done; the predator defeated and the maze
crushed,the girl and the child were sent home and darkness fell over the land. . .