Once, long ago.. Where the words she carefully wrote down in neat, well practice calligraphy. The letters turned of the color gold as Kathalyn finished writing them.  She looked slightly astonished as she wrote, but continued on.  As if she was called to do so still.  Then suddenly a thin, white mist slowly appeared around the room, creating a hazy fuzz before her eyes.  And everything that was once there was gone.  All except one object, the mysterious book which lay before her on a tall, stand like desk. 

The soon to be writer looked about, her brain befuddled and confused . Where am I? she asked aloud to no one in particular but herself.  But seeing as her question was not one to be answered by no one but herself she looked around at the place in which she was now in. 

It was a clearing, with the greenest grass she'd ever seen, the sky was a bright blue, and there were little, yellow flowers all throughout the valley like place. Had she died and gone to heaven? kathalyn thought, there was no way she was back on the earth she was used to, this place was way to perfect. Or so she thought. It then started to rain, it was a calm, slightly hard rain, but it was rain all the same.  She looked around for any nearby shelter but all that was available was some nearby trees. 

She took the shelter of an old, beautiful Willow Tree.  "Write".......  An unknown voice spoke.  Kathalyn sat up startled.  "Wh..What?.. Who's there!?" She said out loud, to the mysterious voice.  "Write"...... The voice said again, "Write and you shall see"...    "See what!?" She asked.  "What you can do".... said the voice, "What the power of a few words and that  of a pen can do".....   "But what am I supposed to write with?" She asked.  "The book.".. The voice instructed,  "Use the book"...