-BEING REWRITTEN-
People think we're alone. That in this world, there's no... strange happenings, everything's just coincidence. No magic, no mystery, just logic and cynicism.
That's where they're wrong. The monsters under your bed as a child may have been there, but they're probably retired by now. No, there's more than that. I was never supposed to be involved in this world, I happened to be an unexpected variable here. I just ended up in the middle of a silly, family argument. Among other things, it's a bad situation to be in, however, I digress.
My earlier statement, it's wrong, now that I think about it. It wasn't entirely unexpected that I would end up in this world, the world of strange occurrences that can only be described with "Must've been a coincidence."
but you'll learn that soon enough.
Ooit was Sahar een prinses van het woestijnrijk.
Na de dood van haar ouders werd ze niet vermoord ze werd vergeten.
Opgesloten door haar stiefmoeder verdween Sahar uit de geschiedenis. Jaren later leeft ze nog steeds, verborgen als dienstmeisje in het paleis dat ooit het hare was. Niemand kent haar naam. Niemand ziet de waarheid.
Maar geheimen blijven niet begraven in zand.
En sommige kronen worden niet gedragen, ze worden overleefd.