Some people say that their life has ended. Some people actually mean it. Some people just want the attention. Me, well I don’t really fit into either group though most people believe my life has ended. I don’t think so though I think my life has only just begun.

My name is Keara Wolfsrain and this is my story.

I was born in Farja, the capital of Black Grace. I have many siblings. I am the fifth child and as such I’m not very important, but at 3 years old something happened, something that changed everything. I got sick.

Seriously sick. It started off like a normal cold so my mother didn’t worry, but it didn’t go away. I'd been sick for two weeks, my fever had increased, I did not awake, stuck in a dream world fighting my illness when my mother called the doctor, Dr Drea. He looked me over and informed my parents I had Dragons Bane which is a type of illness fatal to almost everyone who catches it whether it be grown men who can live on for a year maybe two or a baby who dies within a month. 

That was it. Instead of me being the child who was always sent away or not cared for I became the centre of my parents focus.

That is when most people believe my life ended and I suppose under normal circumstances that might have been true but you see I wasn’t an ordinary baby, I was gifted.

I had been blessed with unnatural gifts of which the signs normally show in the first week or two of them being alive, but as I have told you I have many siblings so my parents were run off their feet and didn’t see the signs.

Well anyway, a gifted child has very small amounts of magic in them and magic’s first nature is to heal so my magic kept me alive and after a few months I became the miracle child.

No one had never survived Dragons Bane and yet here I was, little insignificant me, made a full recovery after months of my parents caring for me in the way they probably should have right from birth.