I am not from this place called Beware, but from another what I have learned is called a plane, called Denver, Colorado. Acutually, it's more than just the one place, a state, a country, a whole different world consisting of billions of people of all different races, of different beliefs. A different time all together, so unlike this place. A world of modern things cell phones, television, the internet, electricity, so unlike this place. A modern American woman, finding herself in this place Beware. How did I find myself here, that I dont know? We were spewed up at a place that I have learned to be called the Dark Lake, sent to hell within the first five mintues by the one called Black Rose, hunted by a demon called Dani, and had hell hounds sent upon us, but saved by one called Fizzban. But, I am not alone here, my couisn Melody is with me, her daughter Hope had been sucked into that same water that brought us here, it is unknown if she is alive or dead. But back to my life, before coming to this place. Unlike my cousin, I had a much better life, full of love and support. A happy childhood, followed by happy teen years, and into early adulthood. But Melody's life was much different and I always tried to be there for her, through the thick and thin of it all, after all isnt that what family is supposed to do? What else did I do back home, many things, from hunting with my father, horseback riding, and studies. Yes, my stuides, at 23 with a Masters in both Mythology and Literature, a bit off beat, but there was something always appealing to me about it, well the mythology part. Funny thing it was my studies, a celebration of my graduation that took us to that lake, that very lake back in Colorado that brought us to this place. I'm thankful for the friends that I have met here, Sunfall, Luessa Elenkiel and Angel most of all for taking us in and giving us jobs. But I'm quickly learning this is not a safe place, in many ways just like back home, the good the bad, light and dark, a battle that always seems to be brewing. Will we surrive it all, will we be able to pave our own way? Perhaps, I have resigned myself to the fact that with each day that passes our chances for returning back home lessen. We shall see what happens, only time will tell. Must time has passed, and I knew that we will never return back to Denver. So much has transpired and too many questions that would be asked that could not be answered. Can you imagine the looks on the faces of those back in Denver? Shock, disbelief and a nice padded cell at the nearest laughing academy. No, this is home now, I have resigned myself to that fact, and still there no sign of Hope, resigning myself to the fact that she didnt make the trip here. Sunfall, found us a safe place to stay, the Keep of Gore, much had been learned there, not only knowledge of this place, but knowledge of how to fight, how to at the very least not be prey to those of the dark. My couisn seems to still want to attack the Dark, my theory is "let sleeping dogs lie", that way you dont get bitten. But now, I find myself in the land of the elves, and they are not the Keebler elves, so very far from it. No they dont live in trees baking cookies all day long, though I have learned that there are some that are "tree elves". Worry about Sunfall had brought me to their lands, imagine my shock when I learned that she had been injuired by one called Obsidian. Sunfall who had saved me several times, now I hunt this one for her, my own little secret, but it would be nice to deliver him to the Princess? Yes, did I fail to mention that she was a friggin Princess, imagine that? But she dosent seem to like title, oh something that I will give her had hard time about, just have to make sure that I'm not sitting down and far away from the reach of her arrows. I am thinking of staying, maybe even opening a tavern, introducing elves to boilermakers. But plans to change, boiler makers have been introduced to the elves, catching on my surprise at the Stagg Inn, owned by a friend of mine, an ex ranger, one that served the King of the Wood Elves, Shair. Plans always have to change, it seems there is a horsehorse farm in the future for me, Obsidian and dead, but still there are always threats. And it seems that one has entered my life, Dirty Harry, Captain of the Queens, guards, no, that's not really his name, just my little pet name for him. Where things will go, I have no idea, but I'm enjoying every second that I can, close to friends and loved ones, and by the way by order of Quen Aria, it seems that I'm a Lady now. TRIPLES with EMMA