Prelude

"Stop it.
But he continues.
He does not belong to anything or anybody, but to himself.
Sink that ship. He demanded.
And the sea did.
Shatter it. He hissed.
And the storm did.
The sea.
The storm.
Both of them are whimsical bodies, with cold and ruthless minds. Too big, too
powerful to worry about someone insignificant who has lost everything.
I'm just one more person crying."
This is real life, to kill, or to be killed.
But...
What if everything we've been taught during our life is farther from the reality than what we expect?
Is there a place in this cruel world for love? For creativity? For happiness?
Magic.
War.
Hate.
Here starts the journey, where nothing is what it seems.