Who am I?
I'm only the silhouette behind the words. The words that tell of other worlds, other times, other cultures. Only a shadow, the physical means for the story to be told. 

In the past, the stories where told around the fire pit, when the night came close. Stories had words soft and light as feathers in the wind, but they sticked in the mind of dreamers or creative people, because they spoke of human nature, destiny, fate and love.

I am one of those storytellers, that prefer to hide behind the words: they matter more than I do.
But if you really need to use a name to call me by, call me Luna. Or Mystie. Both sound nice to my ears.

Please, sit in your most comfortable reading spot, get your favourite drink and sweets: I'm going to tell you the story of courageous and intrepid people, in another world, in far away time... 
They might be different than us, but, maybe, you will discover that their adventures, their struggles, fails and successes are not that stranger than ours... And, in the end, you might learn much more than you expected...
Welcome in my world. Come, sit. You are all invited.