M.A.D

Time was a truly different concept for Elizuru after that fateful day. It had gone and stretched itself, pulling forward in lean expanses of feelings that she couldn't quite describe. Time beforehand had dragged her slowly, slowly below the current, the sands filling her throat. And now? Now, she was liberated and free. Now she could control each step, each twist of her wrists, each flick of her eyes. That was, at least, for five pure minutes. Then the realisation flooded in and blackened her horizons. Time warped itself back again, and looped endlessly in torturous cycles of disarray. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't what was best?

This is the story of Elizuru, a girl with so much raw power it's redundant. This is a fiction of her adventure through her turbulent life, as she meets and befriends a group of eccentric magical fellows. This is a tale fraught with magic, and prejudice, and panic, and friendship and love and death... eventually.

Yet despite herself, Elizuru couldn't help but be laced with excitement, as if she could tell that this was all part of destined MADness. She smiled to herself. *Yes, this is all part of my MADness.*