chapter 1

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Once, a long, long time ago, three places to live around.
The hot land - red as fire, burning hot like lava was. Whoever even stepped on it would get burned. The blood and all the meat would just melt, and only the choosed ones could survive.

The cold land - everything there was white as snow, and cold as ice flamed. No matter how cold there was, there always grew white plants and there appeared animals. To get there you must have white soul. Without white soul, you cannot survive.

In the middle, between hot and cold, there was the green land. Every day some of us would say that it's heaven, because in our moment of necessity there was much to discover - plants and places. Yet everyone made drought sticks; you could pick places where to live. Some of them picked cold places, some hot, and a lot green island. That's how hot and cold places became our kings.

Some of legends are saying that they were first humans that died. One had dark soul, while another had white.
From that day on, there is peace all around, different worlds and situations, different kinds. Those who discovered green land islands - at first there wasn't any living. But after some years, a lot of different communities killed each other. With time, people grew older, and some of them died, until one day divine and gods decided to teach humans some moments.

Everyone cursed. Some of them got turned into cats, some into dogs, some into birds, and some of them got lucky and still was humans. They discovered that every form of animal was humans. They became one - hybrids, or sometimes called also vampires. Some of them gained powers.

Teacher; Okay everyone! Did everybody listen to the story i just read?

Child #1; Yes miss!

Teacher; perfect now everyone of you will get your own unique power at age of 5. I'm gonna write down how much you have chance to get it

50%-human
20%-siren
15%-mermaid/man
10%-vampire
4%- other powers
1%- ???
Child #2: miss what's that 1%?

Teacher; The legend says that only gods own it - Teacher looked at the small child in the corner - Are you alright yori?

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