Ever since Octavia was a child she had dreamed about becoming the Queen of Nancledra. Now that she has almost come to age she wonders off into the room her father the King of Nancledra had told her never to enter and steps through a hidden portal leading to the Quixon Forest. But coming across ogres, jotunns, elves, dwarfs, and witches it's not merely the royalty she imagined of.

"I don't know," I said sighing. She looked at me. Did I see pity? "So you're telling me you just met this 'Internet famous' guy. And you've never been on the Internet?" She asked. "Well, that's not entirely true. I've done research for projects, and google translate is my best friend in Spanish." I said smiling sheepishly. She just looked at me. Great.