Mythical Wars.

ONE: THE START OF THE END.

Merpeople struggling to keep the tides still, dragons burning up in flames, vampires and werewolves fighting to death, both equally as good. Mother nature's powers bending the laws of reality, with tornadoes, earthquakes and volcano eruptions larger than ever.

The ocean queen watches this from her palace. What seemed to have been a truce between two species turned out to be a bomb. All that stood there was a giant crater. The ocean's waves wiping out almost everything and everyone, as it slowly sank and dried out, leaving the poor sea creatures to die slowly.

The desert king of Mazaelia watched as he struggled to pull the raging weather together. Thunder and lightning everywhere, the skies covered in dark and grey clouds. This was a nightmare in reality. The hurricanes rumbled even he and mother nature herself, and the rain and hail was unbearable.

The constant blood red full moon kept the vampire empire on their toes. The werewolves --their rivals-- were now constantly at their most powerful. Having to fight them while trying to get the moon under control was torture. Absolute torture. The werewolves were suffering too. This hurts a lot. To be in their wolf form all the time is agony.

The fairies were blown around uncontrollably by the strong winds as they desperately tried to calm the animals down. The poor Phoenix' were being put out by the rain, the Sphinx cats were panicking like never before, the unicorns were trying their best to keep a shield around the Pegasus' as they flew into the clouds to try and help. The hail was like meteors to the poor fairies and elves.

The goblins and trolls' caves were crumbling down. Every crystal was knocked down, every pillar was split in half and/or broken, the stone was falling.

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All is lost.

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But how did we get to this point? Let me tell you.

Come gather 'round! I'll tell you a tale. Destruction and chaos. This was the moment where the humans made their way to earth, destroying the land of the mythical.

Back in the day, mythical creatures lived happily together. Well... Not all of them. Once, vampires and werewolves 'were' (haha) friends. A rumour that a war was starting spread around the two kingdoms. It started off as a joke, but more and more people started believing it. They startes arguing about who said it first, and then, it because reality. If you 'were' to ask werewolves, they would all tell you that the vampires betrayed them. If you asked vampires, their answer would also all be the same. That the werewolves 'were' the ones who started a random war, and sent a random bomb into their kingdom. I guess you could call it holding a grudge.

Lady Marceline --a girl with therianthropy powers-- was carrying buckets of water to the light forest. Small boobs ran up to her.

"Marceline! Marceline! * they yelled out at her, almost knocking the buckets out of he fragile hands.

" oh, hello there, little ones. " she spoke softly. A fox ran towards her. Suddenly, the fox took form of a small girl with mid length, brown hair, tied into a beautiful, French braid with small, pink and yellow flowers in it.

"Mom, they won't stay. " she told lady Marceline. Marceline simply shook her head at the girl, and gave her the buckets.

"Now, now, little Rosie. Take these. Remember, when they become stubborn...? "
"We lure them quietly. "
"That's right, now take those home and this will be the last time I take them to their place, okay? "
"Okay, mom... "
Rosie grabbed the buckets and carried them to outside of their door, and put them in front of their window.

Lady Marceline simply shood the blobs into their nests calmly with a smile on her face. The nice old fart Lady Marceline. Always kind and caring.

The fisherman goblin, whom lived down the street had just caught a salmon. He was about to put it in a box with cold water, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Lady Marceline stood before him, a warm smile as always displayed happily on her face.

"Marceline, what do you need? "
"I was gonna make some cod for dinner tonight, but I ran out. I don't suppose you would be able to supply me with some, would you, fwip? " she asked. And to her and her daughter's luck, he pulled out a freshly split up cod.

"Just chopped it today. Lucky you. " he answered, as he wrapped the fish in a towel and handed it to lady Marceline. Lady Marceline thanked him and walked home happily.

It had been a while since they ate fish in Marceline's home, so she was eager to cook it for her daughter again. When lady Marceline got home, she saw her daughter happily washing their clothes in a river. Marceline walked into the house and placed the fish firmly on a cutting board. She started to pull the bones out of the cod. She slit it in half the long way, making it flatter. She heated up the stove and put a pan on it. The fried the fish thoroughly, before playing it and setting the table.

Little Rosie heard the bell and her name being called. She ran her little feet over there and say at the table. Her eyes immediately lit up with joy and excitement when she saw the cod and She dug in and ate the whole thing. Lady Marceline held up a paper towel.

"Now, now, Rosie. Don't be sloppy now. " she told her. Little Rosie took it and apologized.
"Oh, sorry mom. "

I'm not even gonna do this, just go to the next chapter.