Greta burst through the tree lines of Grelo Forest and landed softly on a cloud. She always found ways out of the castle, no matter how many guards. He father was always so protective of her since her mother had passed.
She looked down at the forest below. She spotted two dark figures flying over the forest. Dragons. She looked ahead of them, as two figures were darting around ahead of them. They were small with shining wings. Defiantly fairies. What could they want? Then she noticed two more dragons behind the other two, and werewolves herding them closer and closer. What was going on? One of the guards that was chasing her had slipped past all of them, but he was alone. Greta swooped down towards him. The second pair of dragons were being clawed down by werewolves, but the rest headed the same way as them. All of them headed for the center if the territories. When she was about a mile away she saw a beam of light. What was it?
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The War of Magic
Fantasíawerewolves, faries, vampires, dragons, and others have chosen two teenagers each to go to the human world to move their racenwhile the rest of them fought in their own world. What species will survive?
