Rare/ tmr x tw\

Prologue

Listen that while reading, I promise it'll be worth it!

I will give my own whirls at the supernatural creatures, so this won't all be 'correct' according to folklore and myths. I'll do a chapter with all their abilities and stuff like that later

I don't own anything btw.

This is also the story with that spoiler I put with the tag thingy.

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Fiffy- eight centuries and eight hundred sixty four years ago there was a pack. A rare pack. In fact, they were so rare that they were hunted. They had children but the Genes didn't pass on, making them the last of their kinds. They were also Royals. Kings and Queens. Rulers of The Supernaturals. No Supernatural went against them. They had respect of all.

They were created to save the world. And they did.

Now the question is, will they save it again?

Fifty-eight centuries ago a great evil walked on Earth. Its goal was to destroy the planet. Such a cliché, am I right? 

The pack stood there, ready to fight the Evil. Winning for the humans, the humans who hunted them. They don't have to save them, yet they do. They are the only hope for the humans and other supernaturals. The only hope to survive the cruel world.

And they knew it.

They prepared. The Evil stood in front of them. It was colossal. The pack took each other's hands. They squeezed to assure one another. They knew this would be their last battle together. They closed their eyes. One by one they snapped open. No longer could you their normal eye colour, they were glowing.

The Alpha started to chant. Light shone from what appeared to be inside the linked hands. The Evil screamed in agony. The wind picked up, the sand, dirt, leafs and dust flew like a hurricane around the pack. Everyone took a step back, the pack stood there firmly.

The Evil screamed in agony again. A crack appeared in the skin-like armour the Evil seemed to be wearing. The Kings and Queens wore armours as well, they shone brighter than emeralds, diamonds and rubies combined. The crowns each and every King and Queen wore shone just as bright. The light shining from their linked hands intensified.

Every human being had to shield their eyes, but it didn't stop them from looking.

The Alpha kept chanting, louder and louder. Then each pack member, one by one, used their power.

The banshee/reaper hybrid screamed.

The wolf howled.

The Gorgon made her snakes hiss.

The Deer Woman started singing.

The Phoenix made the lighting strike.

The Werefox gave the Evil more mental agony.

The Merman let the waters near them rise, attacking the Evil.

The Ipotane made a shield to protect the people behind them.

The Vampire drained the Evil of it's blood without moving.

The Alpha kept chanting and drew the power from each pack member, then they all screamed.

They all howled.

They hissed.

They all sang.

They all let the lightening strike.

They all gave more agony.

They all let the waters rise.

They all protected the people.

They all drained the blood.

They all chanted.

The Evil broke.

And they turned to dust.

Now, fifty-eight centuries and eight hundred sixty four years later, they shall rise again. Will they save the world again? Will they save everyone once again? Or is the kind and forgiving nature they once had gone?

Let us hope, for our own sake, it isn't.

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And? Horrible? Probably.