I never dreamed of becoming the fatal beauty that guys fight over at school lockers. I didn’t plan to jump through 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 in the pages of legends, but also in modern London). It's a pity no one asks my opinion! The book of prophecies says: I must find the regalia of Pan. And those to whom I hand them over will win the war. I can't pretend that this doesn't concern me and step aside. But I can come up with my own plan... and hope that Lee and I will be able to resist powerful ancient forces and save our lives and our love!