Somewhere along the line, humanity divided. It split; one generation developed into the human beings we know today, with an upright posture, two legs, two arms and a flat face. This half very quickly became unable change and adapt to certain things, and they became restricted to certain climates.
The other half, however, flourished, and they began to branch off more and more, adapting to the plains and waters and trees and skies, to the hot and cold, wet and dry, all of the different possibilities.
Modern day society has become adapted to their existence, and in Manchester England, there's a prestigious school called Phantom Academy, Institution for the Gifted, Magical, and Otherwise Extraordinary Persons. It's here where centaurs learn how to trust, mermen experience land and magicians see the world in a new light
•Hey hey, so this is my first official story, and so I apologize for any rushing of the plot or just general mistakes. Enjoy!•