Anaptra dreamt. Not the kind of dreams you would expect a fourteen-year-old girl would have, even one that had seen the end of the world. No, Anaptra's dreams were more like visions, almost memories. She saw a small boy surviving alone in the desolate streets of Hong Kong, forced to run with pack-dogs, the dominant species in the area. Now all the humans were gone. She saw another boy, around her own age, who lived in an ancient volcano on a hidden island and whose best friends were creatures she knew only existed in fairytales and fantasy games. These boys were like her, special, gifted....