In our gods, we trusted. In our gods, we placed our faith. Our future. They created, and then they took away. They were different, then: but all the same, gods are gods. Oh, what is the rage, the grief, the pleading of a mortal but a trifle— a speck to be brushed from their shoulder? It seems there is no escape from that thing, their design we call Fate — not even in the afterlife.

It's a day like any other, about to take a turn for worse or for better. In the days before the devilish pirates, fun was always on the horizon. Nothing bothered the most perfect of days. Except one day, something, no, someone, appeared that would change the boy's lives forever. Linked to ancient fairy lore, the girl without her memory is key to Incanta's secret.