Emma had always loved fairytales, as a child she dreamed of being the princess that was rescued by the handsome prince and whisked away to a beautiful castle. She loved those stories so much, she decided to open her own book store and line the shelves with children's books. She was very successful and the kids loved coming there, hearing the stories and then setting off with a new book or two.<br/><br/>One day, upon opening the shop,  a strange book with an odd symbol on the front, was laying on the doorstep. It was leather clad, and much to nice to be sold to anyone so she kept it for herself.She put it aside and would read it later, after she closed the shop and every one went home for the night. Emma went through her day, but felt this pull from the book, like it was calling her or something. It was strange, but she brushed it off as an over active imagination and curiosity. Still, there was something odd about the book.<br/><br/>The day moved slowly, but finally it was closing time. She had sent her two employees home and locked the door. Emma pulled the book out and sat in a big easy chair in the corner. As she read it, the story was about a beautiful maiden that was living with a simple family in the forest. Little did she know she was the future princess, hidden away for safety reasons. At the age of eighteen, the maiden was sent off on a journey to find her true self, hoping she would heed the calling back to her true parents and the prince she was intended to marry.<br/><br/>Emma fell asleep reading the book, and when she woke, she was in the little hamlet that the maiden started out in. She laid on a cot of straw and was wearing a very simple peasants outfit. Her hair was pinned above her head and she heard humming in the other room. Slowly and cautiously, Emma emerged, "Hello,?" Litle did she realize, she was now Daphne the future princess of the land.