Walked. Fell into the river. Well, not herself fell - pushed. I woke up in another world, in the arms of a swarthy handsome man. Who am I, you say? Pink Pearl, priestess of the One who gives birth to magic? And what does it give us? Plus: a fifteen-year-old body and a chance to get magic. Of the minuses - fifty suitors, five of whom should become my husbands. I don't like it - choose, beauty!