Stranger Magic

“Through dangers untold… Hardships unnumbered… Fought my way here… To take back the child… Stolen.”

It was a rather inconspicuous book. Red, leather bound, with simple gold lettering on the front. Its title:


The book sat collecting dust in a pawn shop in what seemed to be another small, close-knit, and ordinary town.

But the town was so much more. It was magic. The book, like so many other works of literature that could be found in the pawn shop, was a fairy tale. A fairy tale whose heroine and antagonist both lived in that seemingly ordinary town.

If one listened closely, he could hear whispers coming from the book.

“But what no one knew is that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the the girl, and he had given her certain p o w e r s…”