Dear Reader,

I have lived a long time.  Looking at this mortal form that I inhabit, you would not suspect that.  I could pass you on the street and you would not recognize me for whom and what I am.  There are many of us like this.  We are trapped in mortal form and walk among you.  Some of us have forgotten who we were.  I however, cannot.  For there is no bard to tell you of my tale and some of those who existed with me at the time, I will tell you in novel.

But first we must begin with the world of Valgen, where my tale begins in this novel.  Valgen is very much unlike this world and probably still is.  It may be advanced in buildings, but the technology revolves around majicka or magic as you humans call it.  On Valgen, there are 6 different races.  They are the: Angels, Dragons, Dwarves, Elves, Humans, and Liliths.  They each have their own role in the world and each has a patron God who can be worshipped by anybody.

As you can already tell, this world is certainly unlike yours, but your world is slowly becoming Valgen, except your technology destroys this world, while Valgen’s technology does not do such a thing.  I can’t exactly blame anybody, since most humans dismiss many things.  Sometimes it is out of fear, not understanding, or they are in denial.  Whatever the case is, we do exist.

Which is why I feel obligated to tell you my tale.  I want you to understand me.  I want to show you that you should not fear us.  I want to show you that despite us begin inhuman by species; we are still human-like in how we act.  We all have different cultures, lives, styles, and more.  Will you read on?