Viridian has always been a mute, since his birth, hell for all he knew the odd stories his mother would tell him weren't true, were they? Viridian always believed his mother's stories but will a special someone change that? P.S. sorry for super corny, and super generic story line it's my first story (on Wattpad at least) and it was all I could think of.

Finn had always loved the unique city that filled his dreams, he especially loved the name he would hear as he traveled the city nightly, "Cthulu." The name ringed in his ears and made him quiver at the thought of the beautiful person it might belong to, but he wasn't expecting to see the names actual holder.

A young boy goes on one last walk through the town he is so very disappointed to call home before he takes the final breath of his life, but will his plans go through when three young strangers start appearing in his life? Will he be able to resist the urge to beat the living daylights out of the young goddess of girls love? Or will the three deitities urge him closer to the end? _____________________ I peered around the corner only to find a tiny hooded figure was raiding my freezer and eating my ice cream! "Umm excuse me can you maybe not eat that?" I scowled as the figure turned around.