"If shooting stars can fulfill wishes, then probably not mine. No. Shooting stars are most likely whispering spitefully behind my back."

Nelly: 16 years old, dark blonde wearer of glasses, clumsy, unlucky.
That's me.

Naomie: Beautiful, perfect, a princess like in a fairy tale.
That's me too.
At least in my dreams.
Well, how could I have known that my dreams are REALITY? And anything but perfect?
A woman just wants to enjoy a quiet, perfect life without bullying and so on?
I'm sent with a pain-in-the-neck wizard to find and destroy a sinister contract.
ME!
The clumsy Nelly.
Because, of course, no one else can do that. No, no.
Adults? Why? What for?
Let's send the disaster of a princess. She can do it!
With a wizard-to-go, but according to the rumors, he can hardly do magic.
Wonderful.
My dreams were real, but Naomie was never perfect.
Naomie was the dream.
I'm Nelly.
An ugly, clumsy toad on a mission.

Damn.

And if this stupid wizard meets a dragon, I probably have to save HIM from the bad-tempered, hungry dragon. Great.
So much for a fairytale princess.

(I started writing this story in 2008, when I was still a teenager. Now, I am re-writing it. I hope you will like this story.
It is NOT part of my 'Witch' - Universe.)