A boy, on his 17th birthday, goes home to find that his girlfriend is not there to celebrate his birthday with him, only leaving his parents and his relatives to do so. However, she goes missing for a few day, reappearing almost a week later. Oddly enough, she has lost her scar on her left cheek. How is that possible at all?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. They rose from the ashes. Carved by discrimination, blood, and death, they created a world of their own with their Gods. That world was named Methorsya and it became a haven for them; beings with mana. Magic. Eons have passed since then and now, Methorsya is at peace. But when four villages are discovered massacred, cracks in the peace and order start appearing. Six people are forced to travel to the center of Methorsya to perform a sealing to stop the assailants before things get even worse. The very quest however, makes them confront their personal demons and for some, the quest may completely destroy them.

My entry for the War of the Genres writing contest. What could be better than waking up to your best friend yammering on about revolutions and pancakes?