In the Cold winter forest, in a sound of the bird flying in the sky, weaving a dream, like though become river stream, flowing like time to the path yours to climb, ever since I was young I always saw the same dream that grows with every passing day, I would find a confusing puzzle that changes the lost in though all alone. Three children playing with the snow laughing enjoying themselves, suddenly it all red the ash and the flames that lighten the night sky, one by one falling softly and casting shadow within the tender night the only color you'll see is a bright firing red. . . . .. . . let us join Ashlyne's journey with her companion and how she becomes the chosen one and the magic world.