Ten-year-old, David Thorne never dreamed cities could be made of magic. He never thought it possible that people could fly around on discs shaped like dragons, talk into cell phones made of water, or float along on sidewalks that sit thousands of feet in the air. Never did he expect that beyond his mirror waited a world where enchanted cars could fly on their own, where television screens could be made of waterfalls and hover over a city wherein anything is possible. And never did he expect, when he stumbled upon that world, that he would not be accepted, that he would be feared by every citizen, and that he would be hunted by the police for invading their realm.