I wasn't supposed to be where I was now.  Or at least that's what the light in my dream said to me.  I was supposed to be a "creator of worlds" it said.  I was to create fate or something like that, and manage the lives of millions.  But what can I do in a world that doesn't need saving?  What can I build with the tool gun to change my fate?  But more importantly, why was I chosen to wield such power over said gun?

(Thank you myhe01 for cover art!)

(Special thanks to my EPIC Proof-reader and Editor ultra1437)

There was only one explanation. For all of it. All of the strange, erratic behavior. Her irrational fear of the sun. Her nocturnal habits of locking herself in in the dark and closing all the blinds. Wearing her sunglasses everywhere, even inside! It was time to invest in some silver, garlic, and a wooden stake.