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There has been a war re raging for years now: The fight to keep magic. Witches and wizards have came together to fight to keep the one thing they have in common: their magic. Many humans have felt it unfair that witches and wizards were born with the looks of humans but with magic to make them stronger. This all stated when many witches began coming up dad, clearly murdered with no shame. This outraged both the Witch clan and Wizard kingdom. Now they have being trying to recruit ad many magically creatures come together and help fight for their right to have the powers they were given. Will you come and join our army fighting for our right or will you just let the humans take our magic?


Abby looked over at the peaceful field, knowing full well that it would soon be covered with blood and regret. She hated war but she had worked too had and lost too many freaky and loved ones to lose her magic now.

Gael pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked towards the girl in the field hesitantly. She had to be a witch.

A witch had been the one that had told her about the situation in the first place. She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but her logic told her she was not a human, so that meant she was a magic being. And magic beings were at war with the humans.

"Hello?"

Myth was in the field when he saw Gael and Abby. He was told that their would be a fellow witch waiting in the field around this time, so he decided to investigate. It seemed like his sources were right, but he wasn't sure about Gael however. He walked up closer, in a white cloak.

Abby looked over at Gael and smiled at her. " Hello, miss. Can I help you?" Even though she was a powerful witch, Abby was a very nice and kind person, just looking in her eyes some it all. She could sense Myth nest by and coming closer to them. She now know that they were coming for the reason that Abby was one of the witches that were helping sign up new recruits.

Myth reached Abby and Gael, "Howdy. You're Abby right? The witch leading the alliance?" He circled around her twice. "Ya Don't look very witchy, but who am I to judge?" He smiled then turned to Gael, "Hey."

"Hey." She looked curiously at Myth. The same look one gave an interesting painting at a museum. She cleared her throat. These people were not her targets, so she forced herself to relax.

"My name is Gael. I was told to come here."

Abby nodded. "I assume that you two are here for the war recruitment, right?" She began to walk away, knowing that their two would follow her. " To let you two know, I an noir the one leading this whole thing, I am only just the second in command as of right now." They soon came upon a small campsites of a about maybe twenty or so people. She alleged to one of the tents, holding the flap open for the others to come in. " Here you can be recruited."

Myth chuckled to himself and walked in the tent, "Well sign me up," he said with a grin.

She followed them into the tent, wondering what was inside. She had never been into one and was awed at how they had managed to build it. If she could learn that, camping wouldn't be so bad. There were more people already there. The organization showed her there had been a lot of effort out into this.

"I'm in, but what will happen after this war is over? Are we going to wipe humans out for good?" She asked with an almost sweet voice.

Before Abby could reply Myth shot at both of them, "WHAT? We have to kill all humans?! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?"

Abby put up her hand, trying to silence Myth. "No, we would never do that. After the war is over, to those who are still alive will be taught witchcraft and be sent back to their daily lives. If they are hellbent on killing of our race then we will kill them. The human rescue well not be killed off. We might not be fully human doesn't mean would be so cruel to do that." She smiled at them then outstretched het hand toward one of the open tables. " If you have any more questions, please do ask me."

The blue-haired girl nodded, indicating she understood. Her eyes changing to a light purple, they way they usually did when she was calm and in a peaceful state. "Why do humans hate us?" She wondered aloud as she bent over a table to write her name, her handwritting a little sloppy but clear enough to be read. "There."

"Aaagghh!" Suddenly, Jamice ran by, or rather, hopped by on one foot, slapping the ankle of his raised leg. It was in flames of blue, and once he got back up, he cleared his throat. "Ahem. Yeah. Hi." He cursed himself in his head for still not having the hang of that stupid flamejet thing with his hands. "Saw you guys being here in my crystal ball, and I thought it might turn out interesting. Afterall, so many magically infused individuals in one spot? Perhaps this is a turning point and we don't even know it yet." Said the young looking man with a grin.

Abby sighed seeing the young Warnock hopping around, trying to put his ankle out. " It is more of a serious matter than that. We will help the who don't know much of magic, such as you, so." She turned back to Gael, ray to answer her question.They believe that it ad unfair that witches, wizards, and warlocks have human features but have dating magical ability, so they think we should either be killed or not use the magic we have. I honestly don't see the point as to why they feel it is unfair but that is humans for you." She shook her head, her light brown hair falling over her shoulders.

Myth signed up on the table next to Gael. His handwriting was average, and was easy enough to read. He looked back to Abby, "OK, so now your stuck with me." He let out a slight smile before seeing Jamice. "wow."

Gael stood watching the scene unfold in silence at first, twirling the writting intstrument with her fingers to keep herself entertained.

"Hi." A smile tugged at her lips, because even she had to admit it was quite funny when someone jumped around on one foot.

After trying to hold in a laugh, at no avail, Myth burst out laughing saying, "OH~Do~you~need~help~putting~that~out?!"

Jamice, smiling, dashed over to the table to sign as well. It was neat cursive, with a... Um... A little cute heart on his "I". Yeahhh... He waved at Gael, and was about to return the greeting before glancing at Myth. He looked down. "Oh. Right. I'm still on fire." He said, then reached down to pat the flames out and fix his burned clothes. Much of a less dramatic scene this time. "I'm the High Warlock of Elvenwood, everyone." He said proudly. "Jamice Dragonsbane. I rose the whole town from earth and rock overnight."

Abby just all three of them signed up at her table, she knew she would have to teach them anything they don't know. "I'm Abby Sanders, second in command of this army and y'alls teacher for the time being before the battle." She pointed at the table they all signed up at. "As of right now, I will teach you all anything you need to know." She smiled at the three of them, knowing the Southern accent in her voice was starting to break through.

Gael fidgeted with her hands, anxious to start with whatever they would learn. "What do we have to do?" She glanced around wondering what their abilities were.