The world that was always fantasized about, but yet seemed so far away. The tales that his grandmother would always tell him of the land bewildered him when he was a child. Could any of these things even be close to true? Was there really an alternate land, a place nonexistent to people seeing with the naked eye? He surprised himself that he even went on thinking about these things, from a time so long ago. Maybe he was still a child on the inside? Byron frowned before ruffling his hair, and shaking these thoughts out of his mind. He sighed in his chair, before throwing his head back, only to hit the wall, and he let out a sigh, before following it with a yell. He then stood up, before putting his hands to his hips and looked around at all of the old relics in his grandmothers’ old shop. It was the weekend, and this was his boring, unsatisfactory job. Who would want to buy some old and creepy looking relics anyways? Only some voodoo priest would buy things as strange as this. Or was it a mage? Oh well, it didn’t matter. This would probably be another day without any business. “Man, I wish some attractive girl from my high school or something would just walk in here… Sheesh.” He turned his head to look the window, and watched as the birds tended to their nests.