Some say that power is a gift. I would say its a curse, a inky black presence that burrows itself amongst ones heart. It whispers tantalizing things, seduces you in the best of ways. It give you a high then leaves you to crash. Felicity is the definition of power; born into a world with no one to guide her but the earth around her. She's not your average 18 year old, and she's definately harbouring a deep secret. Some say we hide because it is human nature. Others say we hide out of cowardice. Perseus J. Henry has it all. Captain of the footy team, rugged good looks and eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts, too bad no one has gotten close enough to melt his. Two seperate worlds, One tied string. These two just so happen to be the most unlikely of opposites bound to one fate. Adventure, Despair, Magic, and a reality that seems tonhave come up with its own nightmares.