I never dreamed of becoming a fatal beauty, because of which guys fight at school lockers. I did not plan to jump around the times and countries, falling into the past at the most inopportune moment. And I certainly don't want to be the one who determines the outcome of the old feud between elves and dragons (yes, as it turned out, both of them live not only on the pages of legends, but also in modern London). It's a pity no one asks my opinion! The book of prophecies reads: I must find Pan's regalia.