Flute of the Huntress

Chapter 2

It started like any other day once I awaken once the sunlight streaks my face. On days such as this, I'm sometimes surprised by what can unexplained within the earth. For example, there's me. Though I was born from the Sacred Tree, I looked like any normal female, minus the wings when the sun goes down.

(As I travel my essence to the trees and plants, I also recover and explore what goes on in the world as years through centuries pass. For I am not the only spiritual existence alive. Especially to some who have undergrown changes in their living lifestyles.)

For there are the elves/fairies, in a way, they're like me who fly and have the gift of magic supported by greenery. As for their clothing theme is green and brown, being the complete opposite of turquoise and midnight blue. For that is the subject towards the aquatic supernatural, as they are the mermaids and sirens, who govern the seas/oceans through day and night. Such as night and all of it eclipsed in darkness is the keeper to the creatures of darkness being vampires and demons. The vampires/demons are the damned and became children of hell with their colors black and red, for there are also witches/wizards, who are the source of all good/evil sorcery. As for their colors can be a mixture of green, black, blue, brown, and sometimes red. As for the werewolves, the source of their lineage is the lycan. A rare, but an extinct breed of a wolf that walks on their hind legs, as for their front legs are used as arms and their paws\claws like hands. Although the werewolves are an race passed down the line through the lycans' gentic makeup. And yet, through years of evolution to also become devolution, for they're not as powerful as their ancestors were. Although, are still an unstoppable race of primal animals to help or fight one another in need.

However, the cause of the lycans being extinct is mostly because of hunters. As the terms hunters, they hunted down the supernaturalism creatures who have gone rogue to hurt their own kin or the humans then, risking the safety of keeping their existence a secret. And yet, as some fight for the right reason, others had begun to think that the supernatural is an evil race waiting for the moment to strike.

(I find it fascinating to know that there is much within the world unknown to others.)

And yet, why must all try to fight one another? As much as they do instead help others, they also create an endless cycle of hatred and revenge that can also be manipulative by the wrong person.

(Nonetheless, a millennium has passed since the world, and I have been created; allowing not to farther age myself in protecting the forest and all its creatures. And yet, I never would have guessed that I would become a mate to not just any supernatural being.)

But a male elf who was also born to be part human.

In the next chapter shows a picture of the male elf in his human form named Hank Thomason.