"Tale once told of a forgotten land. A land of creatures never known to man. It was a legend told by many humans. It stayed like that until one adventurer found a hidden island. What he thought was an island, was a whole new world full of mythical beats and creatures. From Demons to Lycans, wolves to unknown, anything you could think of and more, were located here. This adventurer was the first human to ever set foot in this land, and the creatures wanted it to stay like that. However, the human's greed for fame changed that. He set foot back into the human world, telling anyone he could that this land was real.
After years of trying to prove this, the adventurer finally took a group of humans there. The mythical creatures weren't pleased with this, and after years and years more humans arrived.
Nowadays, Humans are a popular sight in the Forgotten Land and many Mythical creatures hate them. Some learnt to live with them, some didn't. For example, the revolution. The revolution contains a range of creatures who all have one thing in common. A hatred for humans. The revolution has a powerful and evil leader. His name, 'Drax'.
The Forgotten Land has many other problems, attacks from the corrupt are it's main. Now many creatures live in fear that the balance of yin and yang is soon to change."
"Indeed it did son. Maybe one day you could go there and stop the fighting."
"Night son." He says walking out the door.
Ghost was walking through the forest, hunting for food. He spots a deer in the distance.
"You're mine.." he grunts quietly. Ghost doesn't bother to break out into a sprint, after all he was no good fighting in short range, even if it only was a deer. Ghost shoots his arm forward with speed, letting out a bolt of lightening from his index finger. The bolt travels the distance to the deer with speed, hitting the poor, defenseless animal in it's torso. The deer flops down onto the ground with no sign of life.
Ghost makes his way over to the carcass. At least I'll be eating tonight... He picks up the dead deer and slings it over his shoulder. He drags his feet along the forest path towards the village.
"Time to go 'Home'."
Dramyr was in the middle of a Revolution meeting. He was stood at the far end of a large oval table in his father's old mansion.
"We need more members," he says, slamming his hands down on the table "There's no way we can fight the next group of humans after the losses of our last battle."
There was only 9 creatures stood around the large table, including Dramyr.
"So, Hand out these fliers and put up these posters, please," he grunts "I know there's hundreds of creatures out there who hate humans."
Dramyr nods his head at the remaining members of The Revolution before walking out and making his way to the study. I cannot fail father..