"Where am I" Mya thought. Her body ached from all the unknown injuries her body had suffered. She looked at the scraps of paper that she had found in her pockets.
"It didn't make any sense. Zephyr, Tokyo, December? What did it all mean?"
But the names although unknown held a familiar note in them. They were calling to her. The rusty gate had its arms wide open begging her to step in and take on the journey that no one else dared. There was nothing else in sight. The gate was a pale vortex, bleaching all the colors of reality into one. Tentatively she placed her hand into the vortex. It was warm and inviting unlike the December wind that n