Beyond the boundaries of the Mist Valley, far from the trees of the Gusto forest and the stone city of the Gishki lay a small wood that stood separate from the world around by a series of fast running rivers and streams. Here the trees stand barely half the height of those within the Mist Valley and the lavish plant growth provided a sanctuary to a great variety of wildlife which had failed to survive in the habitats of the world beyond. The small makeshift island was in every way an isolated haven from the trials of the world.
And it was here, in a great school of stone and marble and glass that stood within a clearing in the centre of the wood, that Wynn the Wind Charmer had grown up.
"Hey Wynn! You coming?"
Grabbing her green gem baring staff as she ran from her room, a ten year old Wynn jogged from the front doors of the school and ran over to where her friends and fellow students had gathered around a large horse drawn carriage. Just above her right s