Her
eighteenth birthday was a disaster. Once again, she had
argued with her parents, and once again she had fled to
her room and buried her head under the pillow. One thing
was certain - something was very definitely wrong with her
world.
The
legends speak of a long forgotten prophecy ....
Why
should she, of all people, be the one to receive the key to
ZANZARAH? The key to that mysterious world of elves, goblins,
dwarves and fairies? A long, long time ago, these creatures
of legend had fled for fear of burning at the stake, of inquisition
and suppression by mankind. Henceforth, they lived in seclusion
in a place they called Zanzarah,
their own private paradise.
...
of a gleaming hero, and of perilous adventures
...
But
this haven of peace is becoming more and more like a prison.
Something is going very wrong, even in Zanzarah. The magic
is being shaken to its foundations, and Zanzarah is threatening
to plunge into chaos. The fairies, the once firm pillars of
magic, are becoming uncontrollable, even beginning to fight
amongst themselves. There are many rumours of gangs of sinister
goblins, and a forgotten prophecy promises a single hope of
saving the world of magic before it breaks apart.
...
of sinister powers, strange worlds and hosts of fairies ...
Sadly,
nobody can remember the exact wording of the prophecy. In
these wild, disruptive times, the border line between good
and evil is becoming increasingly blurred.
...
but they say nothing of a girl with more heart than muscle
...
Her
fate seems to be strangely linked to the events in ZANZARAH,
and so she must discover her calling to make the best of both
worlds ...
... but then, even legends
can sometimes be wrong.
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