Alana slowly opened her eyes. She was in an unfamiliar territory. Everywhere looked different. Ancient. It was awfully quiet too.
“Where am i?” She whispered softly to herself.
Before she could do anything else, a strong, cold wind blew through her, causing her to stumble and fall on a cold hard ground that was covered in a colorless fog.
“I summoned you here, Disonbre,”
Alana turned to the loud, booming male voice. She saw a shadow moving towards her. She quickly jumped up on her feet and proceeded to run.
“You don’t have to run from me, young one. I pose no threat to you here in the supernatural realm.” The man’s voice stopped Alana.
She hesitantly turned to face him and saw a young handsome man. He looked like he would be in his late thirties or early forties.
“Who are you and
