A Book of Myths

Prologue

Humans and Magic. What could go wrong?

Some said it was only a myth. Stories told to children when they were so young. So small and innocent. But they grew up and learned that it was just a silly little story, that those in the story weren't real. But others still believed. A thousand years had gone by. Chaos, peace, and silent viewers who tuned in from afar.

They say it is a myth, still today, in a time where those who have powers, are barely strong enough to show it or fail to notice.

They always joke, "Humans and magic, what could possibly go wrong?". They don't see the struggle of learning, controlling, or pretending. They just go on, nothing ever changed for them.

Humans and magic. Something you only see in fairy tales and the imagination of little kids dreaming a little too big.

History gave us fairytales and events you can't recall. History is something strange.

History is written by bias. Those who write it can lie, and those who lived the history are often long gone and forgotten. Their stories are written in ink on papers, and hung up in glass boxes in a larger set of boxes.

But history doesn't always have a bias. Their story doesn't have a bias. It has just begun.