[WARNING: I JUST DO THIS FOR FUN! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SKEPHALO DO NOT READ AND DO NOT HATE! P L E A S E.] The trio live in the modern world, a place where magic is considered to be an old myth passed down through generations. Little do the general public know, a few people in world have special powers hidden from the public. What will happen when 3 people with powers move in together without the past knowledge of them all sharing the same secret? What events could be ahead? Who knows.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬; 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 -- Colors, Halsey IMPORTANT NOTICE: I've stopped updating this story as Skeppy is not comfortable with this ship anymore. Read the last chapter here for details and for the supposed run-down of the story if you've read this as cliffhangers suck. Out of respect for Skeppy, please do not comment 'shippy' comments on this book anymore. I'm sorry for making this, I won't unpublish this book because it's only been three chapters and bbh hasn't even been mentioned - but yeah. Thank you for reading this, I hope you have an amazing day or night <3 . "Why- WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS?" Zak's captor thrust the bucket-shaped pendant in front of his face. They had a confusing expression- a mix of terror, anger, shock, grief and...something Zak couldn't name. 'Please-please don't take it away from me- it's- it's something very precious to me!' Horrified at the thought that something so important would be ripped away from him, Zak suddenly cracked, his eyes tearing up quickly. 'I'll tell you anyth-' He stopped in silence and bewilderment as his zombie-like eyes finally focused on the pendant that his captor shakily held up, hung from his neck. The small shape of a fish entered his sight. Zak recognised the pendant. '....Darryl....?' ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ - The drawings of Skeppy and BBH are made by @izethetic, taken from her animatic of American Money on Youtube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzNygcebNFk), though I've slightly edited them. Taken with permission - Fonts on cover: chasing embers, shoreline script bold, oriya sangam mn

"I hate the rain," A said, elbow resting on his leg as the fire ahead boomed with a bright glow. Though it could be seen from miles, it felt like an abyss up close. Smoke blew from the top, twisting and turning into the night sky. The rain would quench the fire. "Me too." Darryl got up and held his hand out. He pulled A up and handed him his water bottle, a smile pulling at his delicate lips. "Let's keep moving," Darryl finalized, and from the corner of his eyes he could see Zak grinning. _______________ *** completed ***