Hemshire was a tranquil village, a hidden one to be specific. With the tall jungle trees obscuring the village walls, only the roofs of houses could be seen. Hemshire was never involved with any war, never any in history. Despite the suffering living in Hemshire, people were grateful of finding the place, not requiring to move to another village often.
Magicians would drop by the village frequently to take quests that held risks, and receive their rewards upon completion, which was basically the people's taxes they paid for every week. Therefore, the people grew a strong hatred against these magicians, they despised them. It was unfair, growing crops in your farm, and only gaining 5 copper pieces as a reward everyday.
However, words were spoken too soon. The next thing you know, Hemshire was suddenly invaded by a group of evil magicians, their black magic hypnotizing soldiers, citizens and even the King, causing destruction and mayhem. The land that was once so peaceful was now in misery with corpses and blood stains all over the village. It was a horrid nightmare indeed.
The father of 10 year old Clarissa died during the war, little survived, and she was lucky to be one of them. She was still unsure if her mother was still alive. She ran away, far away into the woods. She is now determined to find out who these people are and what they have against the people of Hemshire, also searching for her mother along the way. During the journey, she meets this certain someone and discovers a fact about her that is too hard to accept. Will she solve the puzzle, or will it be too late to defeat them?
BOOK ONE:
Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was.
The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving.
Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic.
It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it.
Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is.
I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.