After roaming through endless realms filled with monsters and people long forgotten by all archivists and historians, I finally stumbled on a portal which led me to a land unknown. Trained by countless battles with ogres, dragons, and beasts unnamed, I was nevertheless unprepared for the strain that passage has put on me, and found myself waking up weaker than ever before. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw were wooden planks of a ruinous old shack. Where am I? my mind wondered. I looked around and saw that it was not merely a shack, but a storage of sorts, with shelves full of strange old scrolls containing who knows which secrets. I reached for one of those so I could try to get a sense of where I was, but when I saw my arm and actually saw through it, my heart stopped... Was I strained so hard that my life has left me? Am I a Ghost now? My Heart raced, but now i wasn't even sure that it was a heart beating in my chest, since it could be just my imagination fueled by old habits of living and breathing. One thing was certain, I WAS, and it was only a matter of finding out what was I. My gaze shifted to the table positioned against the Northern wall of the shack, and to the opened blank scroll laying on top of it. I touched the scroll and was surprised when letters started appearing, revealing to me where I was brought, and what I was turned into. The scroll promised to help me find my way in this strange old land, so I took a copy and boldly stepped outside thinking Let's see where this adventure will lead me...