REWRITTEN

Hundreds of years ago, creatures that can only be dreamed up walked this world freely, some spread their wings and took to the sky, leaving power in their wake. While others walked the land, and with every touch, they could turn spring into summer. Peace crossed the world, but it could never stay like that, not for long, it was only time until there was nothing left.

These are the stories written by others,by great authors. The stories told throughout the generations. Layla Myers was guilty once, wishing these mythical creatures maybe did live in this world, those same stories influencing her. But at last, she realized these stories were only fragments of others' imagination, still powerful nonetheless.

That was until one night, before the sun would even show it's morning rays, in her small house along the forest's edge. She never knew what her eyes had come upon, not until, it was breathing down her neck.