Kathalyn Smith was your ordinary, average, everyday , teenaged girl. Well, except for one thing, she longed for adventure. While most girls her age ran off to the mall, or obsessed over Justin Beiber and One Direction she dreamed of adventure and longed to have one herself one day.

There was only one problem, she couldn't really afford to travel right now, especially around the world and run off like Bilbo Baggins into the blue. So here she sat, sitting on the couch, watching the rain drearily fall from the sky as it poured down. Watering the earth. 

As she looked about the room for something to do her eyes caught hold of a strange book she'd never noticed before. The binding of the book was of leather, slightly faded, and there was a small, red, gem upon it, but no engravings so as to tell the title.  Kathalyn got up, and curiously walked over to the shelf it rested upon and pulled it out. No title on the front either.

Well by Jack's lucky compass, she thought, that's strange. Kathalyn then proceeded to open it and out fell a white feathered quil. She stooped to the floor to pick it up and felt a sudden calling to write something. She reopened the book and pressing quill against the blank papyrus pages began to write....