In the modern world Magic is but a Myth. Stories to be past down hundreds of generation, from mother to child and then from that child to their own. Humans have advanced to far with technology what, need would they even have for Magic?

Magic has always been for little kids hasn't it? stories of made up wizards and nights saving helpless princesses from terrible dragons and evil sorcerer's. Fairy Godmothers fixing up shoes and dresses for poor girls to go to a ball to find their Prince charming, and their happily ever afters. But as we grow up we tend to realise "happy ever afters" Don't happen often, if ever. We are just born to work, make money, then die. So then this so called "Magic" must not exist.

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Ami is a blonde haired, blue eyed 17 year old high school student. She has always been interested in history, her grandma had always told her stories of past Kings and Queens, wars and battles, and Vast, past-day empires stretching further then anyone could ever imagine. She had, also, always felt a strange connection to art, paintings, drawings; anything she could look at and feel the story behind. She could stare at a painting for hours coming up with new scenarios for who the people could have been, why they were there, how they led their mysterious lives. And books where the Images the words created could pore out infront of her creating new and glorious wonderlands

Since she was young, Ami had always been ahead of those her age, however, because of this, it led to bullying and her haveing to transfer schools multiple times. She eventually found her place in "Green Day High School" a school for gifted and "special" students, whatever that meant. She had always been abit antisocial but she just found herself opening up and blossoming in Green Day, surrounded by people like her, so interested in what they loved to learn about they wouldn't even stop to think twice about how others viewed them.

Ami was a shy kid, but when it came down to the topics she loved and was enthusiastic about you couldn't have seen a happier person. She could talk for hours about history or art.  And as she became more and more comfortable in with her peers she could never stop talking and wondering, creating new theories about the past with her new found friends. Especially on the topic of Magic. Herself, along with all her friends, agreed that Magic must have existed, just because it doesn't exist now doesn't mean it never had.

Now, Ami had never had much of an interest in Magic, however because of its deep connection to art, culture and history she had done much research on it over the years. From King Arthur and the round table, to witches, dragons and wizards as well as the fae-folk and faeries. And because of her friends interest in the magical world, she found her knowledge suddenly became more useful than ever.

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Now I could go on and on about my time researching these tales and how I found out about them, however I think we've heard enough about me and my hyperfixations, and we should move onto the more important matter at hand...

Where on earth am I and how on earth did I end up here !?