"Ian." Mother's sweet voice called out to me. "Ian?" She called again. I opened my eyes. I could hear the warming sound of her voice. I knew she wasn't there. It was all just a hallucination. She died a long time ago, or at least that's what I was told. The ones I held so dear, we're slowly, but surely drifting from me. Ian, a 17 year old boy, is lost in thought after another dear someone is taken from him. Experiments is what make up this Utopia and one is yet to know what truly goes on in Efthalia. Secrets and lies builds on this country and Ian is yet to find that who killed his father is who wants to kill him. As he unravels secrets in his own hallucination, Ian awakes as the lost sorcerer. The sorcerer who will take back humanity for what it once was. To live in a society not perfect, but happy. For happy is not perfect. For surely this is one adventure he will never forget. ~Pessimism~

"Another night, a passerby and a glass of yesterday. My mind is shy, my heart is dry; I've drank the glass, I won't be here today." ~ Glass of Yester ~ My poem