I suppose my life began the night it almost ended. The night I fled down Cuckilbury Mountain and his outstretched hand pulled me through a portal and into his world of magic and empires. But my journey to his side will end in one of two ways; with my return or with my demise. There are rumours of a gem; a way for us to exist in the same realm but no one knows if these rumours are true or just things of legend. Now that I’ve found him though, it seems unbearable to exist in a world where he does not. They say love can cross oceans but can it cross worlds?.