Let's tell a short little story about a 12 year old girl and a place called Athenadragia.
While that is the most embarrassing name for a fictional world, it was mine.
Athenadragia was a weird mix of sci-fi, fantasy, and urban fiction. There were typical high schools, fantastical monsters, space-ships, different species, kings and queens, the whole works. I was in love with this world, despite the fact I barely knew anything about it. Yes, I created a vague main planet and a bunch of different species, but I didn't really know what the world looked like. The power systems were confusing, my characters whirred back and forth between Athenadragia and modern-day Earth, it was super goddamn confusing.
And there were bad guys named Grominorks; I truly have no excuse for that.