Marana Jones was not exactly a goddess, but what the whole wold was trying to fix. She was Mother Nature. She controlled the elements and could bring inanimate objects to life with only a snap of her fingers. It wasn't until a young, teenage boy found her wandering the busy streets of Queens, New York after he got out of school. Marana was cold and shivering with the crisp wind against her body. "Your name means something, but what does it mean?" *****I OWN NO ONE FROM THE ORIGINAL PLOT, I ONLY OWN MARANA*****