Once upon a time, there was a boy with hopes and dreams that would lead him to greatness. Fueled by a powerful ambition he picked up a blessed pen and began to write of fantastical things: myths and legends. Though it was not long before the wisps of his ink spread around amongst the town, he remained unnoticed; shunned: as if he were a taboo.
In a land torn apart by strife, he is sheltered within his room starring down the keyhole of a closet. He knows that it is locked, he knows that the mahogany infused quartz will hold, he thought he knew he was safe, that is until the 14th of JAYEF
