There once was a world, similar to the modern earth. You could say it was a twin. But the people there were descendants from Mages. But at this point in time, that earth only had very little magic, and only a few families still practiced and controlled magic. The Rest lived a normal modern live. One of those families was the white tiger clan. As you can already imagine, the members of this family could turn in to tigers. White tigers to be precise. But there was more to them then only that. For example the eyes. They were adapted and trained from a young age, to be able to see magic. Also, they were able to channel magic in to runes, and achieve varied and complex effects. The old Teacher of this family lived in the mountains at the shore of a beautiful lake in a small cottage under a huge magical tree. Here was the point, were the magic of the entire region gathered since hundred of years. Since 8 years his granddaughter lived there with him, and learned everything he could teach her about martial arts, runes and transformation, but also about languages, philosophy, history, mathematics, arts and craftsmanship. When she turned 18 she had already achieved the first master degree in the family martial arts and runemagic and wanted to see the world, with all what it had to over. So she planed to travel around the world for four years. Starting with Moscow and St.Petersburg, over Helsinki with the ferry to Stockholm and from there she went by foot to Malmö. Here she charted a bus to Copenhagen. But she hated travel by bus, so from Copenhagen she went by train to Hamburg. While traveling she would stop to admire the architecture, visit universities an museums, listens to concerts, and stop for hours in libraries. Sometimes she would also spare with the martial artists in the area. In this stile her travels continues, and would have continued over Spain, to Africa, middle and far east, Indonesia and Australia, Island in the Pacific to south, then middle and north America to Alaska, and from there back to the Caucasus, where the cottage of here grandfather was located. But while she was enjoying a cup of hot chocolate in Paris, the floor underneath her feet split, and she dropped cursing in to the abyss. She wasn't the only one experiencing this. You could say, this was a global Phenomenon.

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