Every horizon has a story. Throughout the ages, people have kept records of events and individuals, true to fact or distorted for one reason or another. It's never easy to distinguish fact from fiction when it's just ink on a page. Experience is the only real way to know. That is what Jay had been after her entire life. Experience. To go out and see the world that was filled with magic. To see the land of floating waterfalls, underground cities lit by crystals and the land of mist. Unfortunately, she and her friends had to live vicariously through the leather bound journal of her Grandfather. Dreaming of adventure, journeys that would be worthy of a book all their own. They never imagined the war they'd find themselves in all because of that book.