Myths and legends, what ever!

So, I'm pretty sure that all sorts of different people would've hopefully heard of the 'magical' idea of the mythical creatures by now. Like, I mean; It WOULD be pretty stupid if you haven't heard at least one silly, scary, bedtime story about them. (In the middle of the night) With a two of your most unbelievably gutsy friends; or a delightful custsy fairytale about how the old wise man defeated the clever mermaid with nothing but a shoe and a piece of string. AMAZING!!

Speaking of a disgusting smelly shoe and a very, very, boring piece of brown string. Some of the creatures are rather radical since they're well known to have unpredictable, unspeakable powers; like teleporting, lust spells, compoltion, turn into other creatures, use people against their own will, reading other peeps thoughts, mind control, Ext. Ext. Oh yeah, did I mention that some can absorb powers?! Pretty cool, huh?!

That's just one of the many wickedly awesome things they can do in my mind that is!- Ugh, well, like anyway... I should get back to what I was hopefully saying about like, uhh... (Darn memory skills, doing my head in!!) Something?! Oh right, that's it! Well, I've heard of them for one thing, that's for sure, but their something I find immensely intriguing about this one type of creature in particular. 

With perfect porcilliene skin, glamouring ice white knashers, a complete natural buff body, stone cold marble skin, then adding to the mix, they are quite well known for their despisingly good looks, strong ability to snap a iron train sleeper in half, and anything else for that excuse.

'Like what?'

You may ask your self curiously, on the edge of your own wooden seat, whilst I tell you this story by the crackling fire, and your grannie is snoring her head off with her knitting gear in her lap quite perfectly, grandad is passed out from drinking too much in the rocking chair, an' the rest are laughing their heads off on Christmas day ready for tomorrow's hangover.

Well in a matter of fact, I will tell you this for now: its their own untameable nature to possess, desire objects and/or living things. Since I fail to realise how amusing these guys can be... And its a big yes Dearie's, were talking about Edward Cullen the peodobear, and his smexy, hunky bloodsucking followers of the living dead.

Now this story starts with a young man, roughly aged twenty three, with a descent home and a very special room. In fact, if I remember correctly, this room was so special that even the most magical to the smallest being came to visit. (Only ever for elevensies and high tea, he could never figure out why though. Probability was that he was rather good person to visit during that time) the room was filled head to toe with all sort of bits and bobs from flowers to paint brushes and candles. He was always up to something but that something was different every single day, nobody knew why, but they always suspected it was to with the fact each and every thing was special to him.