BACKSTORY Years ago, running around the streets of London, were a group of children, the numbers not specific. Some had parents who didn't care where they played or ran about, and some had no family at all. These children ranged from magicians and performers, to beggars and sellers. Some fought, and some were siblings. One magician, a tall dark-skinned, black-haired boy, had once had a family. He had lived in a small apartment with his older brother and mother, who was a fortune teller. Each day, she would gaze into her crystal ball, and tell any future she wished to see. One day, the futures bundled up inside of her, with no sign of wanting to leave. She tried to get them to leave her mind, but it eventually became too much. The fortune teller d!ed, and left her two sons to fend for themselves. The eldest left, off to find his own life. The younger, who we focus on now, became a street magician to earn a living. One day, the boy was walking, like any normal person in London. He passed an alley-and stopped, frozen. He slowly turned his head to the alleyway. It was just like any other alley; full of spiderwebs and cardboard boxes. But resting on top of those boxes was a crystal ball. The boy recognized it for his mother's, and marched over to pick it up. Not a second later, the boy was de@d on the floor. It was days before they found his body. Once it had been taken Away, another group of children came to the alleyway in search of clues to how the boy might have died. The tallest of these children was a 17 year old girl named Sunset, a dark-haired quick-witted child. Clutching the hand of her younger sister she picked up the crystal ball. Suspecting what might have happened to the young boy, the rest of the children formed a circle around Sunset and her sister as Sunset held the ball in her left hand.She gazed into the smoke that formed inside the glass. The smoke gathered, grew thicker and thicker, until it finally stopped growing, and cleared away. The ball began to grow hot, hotter than anything Sunset had ever touched. She tried to drop it and when it hit the cement ground, her hand began to burn. Sunset quickly picked it back up, and the burning sensation faded away. Then, without warning, the ball cracked open and a flood of smoke came pouring out into the alley. The group was swallowed up, and still holding her sister's hand, Sunset and the others were transported into a different world. Now, 20 years later, in the Forest of Fallen Spirits, many more children (and some adults), have adapted to survival. Monsters roam, and they must make we to hunt and survive. Will you?
