Es war einmal... [Prolog] [English translation]

Once upon a time there was a land

where wishing still besteaded.

There, one could find enchanted trees with golden fruits

and silver leaves.

In the woods

there danced and whispered faeries

and nymphs, comely and shy,

risen in sallow moonlight

from nocturnal shores and lakes.

Ghosts could be seen in the evening hours

and in quarrelling gloam the wild folk wanders,

wizards of heart roamed the abuttals of the world in night blue robes

and strolled

airily like the shadow of a bird

on the edge of eternity.

In the nights, when all things are silvery,

once again, the stars touched the earth.

And a princess, surrounded by thorns and ferns,

whispered secret names into the winds.

Clear as a bell it sounded on the vitreous mountains

and a girl, only just with her honest heart,

could save the kingdom.

And she has been honoured with gold and carbuncles by the ancient gods.

This world might seem strange to you,

but look into the enchanted mirror

and see yon forgotten book, that is strangely familiar to you.

The seals.

This is the world, in which you were lost,

in the fogs of time,

which, we hope,

will let you find the way back home.

Back in this yonder realm of fairytales.