To everyone who takes a chance on this story — if you're on the edge of giving up, remember that one of the best therapies in the world can be writing a book.Viperyan, Aurpius, Gregoria, Rezal, Odraud, and Inafet allowed me to see I was living in poetry all along.

  If you let them, they can do the same for you. Even when reality is harsh and ugly, there is love and care along the way.

  Thank you mom, without you I'd be lost in this damned world and would never have have discovered the power of transporting myself to other realms. You introduced me to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. You allowed me to love Romeo, admire Julius Caesar, weep with Othello, fall for Daenerys, and obsess over Lestat. The list goes on.Without you Viperyan wouldn't have found her true self.

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  To my friends — you are the main sources for the psyches of Odraud, Inafet, Moshra, Otsug, the Skulls, and the Paladins. Almost all of their names are yours, backwards.

  To those who marked my heart but left without notice — you are remembered the only way life allows someone to move forward: by letting you go.

  To the villains I found on my path — thank you. You were the greatest professors.

  To my love. If we'd given up every time we showed our demons to one another, we'd never have conquered our dreams. Without you Aurpius would've never known what peace feels like. My heart and my soul are forever yours, Turu.

  Fantasy is real life with wings and magic.

  With love,

  H. K. Noughart