Prologue
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Magic has been integrated into our society for over a century now. They are known as the Faeral. There aren’t too many in our tiny town of Claggart; only a few.
One, who says he’s a wizard, owns a medicine shop out past the Claggart Falls. People say that his homemade brews and ointments are like miracles. Apparently, his medicines have healed things doctors haven’t even given a name yet. He rarely comes down into town, but when he does he rarely speaks to anyone.
There’s also Roweena who lives down the street. She’s always handing out goodies to the kids, and her house always smells like fresh baked cookies. No one really knows what she is. She has big golden eyes, and I swear there’s a black cat that roams the neighborhood with the same exact eyes.
Faeral kind came to our world in a desperate time. Their world was fading and slipping away into myth. Or, so the legend goes . . .
Legend tells of a race that was put to sleep because they challenged the Gods of Olympus. The Drakken were a powerful race otherwise known as Dragons. They had become tired of watching over the God’s new creation, the Faeral. They thought that the Faeral and the Human race were holding progress back. They were a weak and uncontrollable race, and the Drakken wanted the Earth for themselves.
Now, the Faeral live among us, and the Drakken are waking.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUJnhstpsYI
