Looking down the dark, cold corridore, I felt fear and excitement at the same time. I guess we all fear the unknown. But, the excitement.... I knew these were to be my last steps as a mortal. I was the last living descendent of Natasha Arquette, Queen of the second realm. Queen of all witches, wizards, goblins, and worlocks (basically all who preformed magic. I guess I should start from the begining.
It was an ordinary day, just like hundreds before, until I opened my mailbox. I thumbed through my collection of bills and junk mail until I came across a letter with the name Luke Salvadoray Attorney at law. This letter caught my eye, as it written in a fancy calligraphy. The letter was sealed with wax. In the center of the wax was the impression of what seamed to be an emblem or maybe a crest. It was old school anyway about it. I quickly made my way out of the post office and into my little S-10.
I carefully slid my fingernail file beneath the wax, hoping no to damage it in any way. The envelope contained a short poem. It was as beautifully written as the envelope in which it had been nestled. The poem read as follows:
