"Where light goes, shadow follows. I have told you that since the beginning."
I was thirteen when I escaped from the cellar of The Dreadery to create a school of magic. It took me one day to build it, but don't be fooled, I'm not a mastermind and I know nothing of architecture. Truth is, I had helping hands... or should I say helping claws, wings and vines.
The Dreamery is how I named the school, for within its walls the dreams of the forgotten children of the world were to come true. There, creatures from different worlds taught us to speak with the winds and the trees, to bend light at will, and to fight like beasts.
But things were never as bright as they seemed. Our smiles blinded us from the dangers prowling the shadows, and my own stuborness made me deaf to the warnings of those who knew better.