A New World

"Your gift? A very rare one indeed. One not seen for a thousand years." The chancellor stated, eyes dialated in the same surprised shock everyone else around me held. "Your a light-walker."

Two realms: one of light and one of shadow, have coexisted together since the beginning of time, forbidden to cross into the other without their life vanishing back into the dust of the earth from which they were created. Neither realm knowing much about the other, except the boundary line that keeps each realm sealed. Except for the day an undecided shadow-dweller is granted the most extrodinary gift of all.