What is the border between fantasy and reality? Are what we consider bedtime stories simply windows into another dimension? Are authors inadvertent gods, creating and destroying without ever coming to know that what they write of is real? That where they write of exists? That who they write of breathe even as they do? How true are the words printed on a page, or carved onto a stone tablet, or spoken to a audience enraptured by the verbal tapestry spun by the tale's teller? And what happens if just one thing, just one character, was to differ from what was recorded on those pages or stone tablets or listeners' memories? Would the rest of the story change too? How much would it change? (Adventure)

A Fushigi Yuugi story by Aaron Bergman

Book 1: Turning The Wheel

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Book 2: Seeing The Wheel

Part 11