The sun began to rise slowly across the northern fields of Zenox and with each ray of sunshine being painted across the green and gold lands, a shadow of darkness runs fast and eagerly toward Apreez. The shadow of black fills the air with a powerful rumbling and roaring of angry wolfs, fae, sirens, witches, trolls, and other magical folks who have lost babies, sisters, brothers, parents, and friends under the law to kill all hybrids. This shadow ran fast across the land as if desperate to reach the end destination and put an end to the misery that had been bubbling up inside of them for all these years. You see, although the fear of hybrids remained, each person held the greatest tool in their hearts.
Love.
Love towards the hybrid they lost. Love for the person they watched get taken fr
