Many years ago (seventeen, to be exact) a perfect elven baby cried its first tears. All the mystical creatures heard the sound and matched it with their own shouts of joy to the new queen. More accurately, somewhere in Memphis a splotchy and unimportant kid was born, and the only ones cheering were her parents. Somewhere between kindergarten and freshman year she started writing stories. Then she got a big head and began to fancy herself something of a writer... Hi, I'm Jade, just your average teenager with too much free time and too much imagination.