A Mythical Legacy - Chapter 1I stared at the fat,ancient, black tv. You know, from the 90s.Blank. Just...blank. No static, no...nothing. Not even a spark from the screen. Just the sound of silence.I don't really know why I have this old thing. I mean,I have some cash to buy a decent entertainment system,but there's just that something about it. However,it's just me, my magic,this tv, and a quiet night.Then a sudden knock interrupted the sound of nothing. Who would come at this hour? It better not be WhiteScythe. I already paid her so she can buy a replacement weapon since it was shattered by a fairy. Really mischievous by the way.The number of knocks increased, along with its volume."I'm coming, I'm coming." I say.I open the wooden door and find myself to be standing right in front of Annie. Annie is the only human that I can trust that hasn't been brainwashed from this war. In fact, she is helping me uncover this mystery to why the supernaturals and mortals have been fighting. And I think she's here for tha
A Mythical Legacy - Prologue"Come on, we can't be late!" Tay exclaims.We rushed through the bark and bushes, brightly colored leaves making a crunching sound every step we take. It was really dark,so I could barely see anything but the glowing lamp she brought, her tail, and a stone path. Plus, her cat like reflexes make it hard to keep up. That and the fact that she is a cat. I have no idea why she woke me up when it was almost midnight, but I guess I'll go along with it."Wait up! I'm not as fast as you you know!" I shout."Can't you summon a broom?" The feline asks."I'm not a stereotypical witch!"Although, she does have a point. As my feet continues to run with all its power, I move my right hand in a circular motion two times. Then I clasp both palms together,whispering these words so I don't accidently wake up a grumpy cyclops or centaur."Celeritas lucis vehiculum!" (Latin for Speed Light Transportation)A bright, blinding,yellow glow illuminated the night, but quickly turned into a pale bl
Equals.I'm going to tell you,of a tale.A tale,of two completely different people. Two people,with a bond that stretches far beyond Elysea and Amsodae. Past Ariel's light,past Azphel's shadow,and all the way to the creator of us and the wretched Balaur,Aion.Although it has never come to pass,there is yet some hope for victory and peace between the light and dark winged Daevas. We may look different,but inside,we are fighting for the same thing. Our families,people,and freedom from this war.So think of this,while the story comes together,young one. Whether you are Elyos,Amsodian,hybrid,or Balaur,we are all equals. No one is better than the other. We also are all guilty. Everyone has made mistakes.Before I ramble on,let us start. This is a story about two young girls,named Lunasota and Kavari.