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IN THE BEGINNING, THE WORLD WAS MADE OF beauty and of ods and those who served the was At ith each other, the gods fought a themselves until a new breed was born out of their senseless violence Chthonians by name, these new creatures caods

The Chthonians rose up and divided the world between the gods-they split the world a theods were ordered to be put down None were to survive Chthonian law took pre ce dence and together they were able to bring peace to the world once more and to protect the new life-form of mankind

But the Chthonians were not without corruption Nor were they infallible

It wasn&039;t long before they bickered, too

And so tiods and the ht on their own, nore it

"Poppycock" "Hokum" "Fantasy" "Fairy tales" Those were sorate that which couldn&039;t be explained by their so-called science Eion

There were no shadows stalking innocent victi tricks An overactive iination

Wolves can&039;t turn into huods are dead-relegated to ical tales that we all know are untrue

And yet

What was that sound outside thejust now? Was it the howling of the wind? A stray dog perhaps?

Or so truly predatorial?

The subtle hair rise on a neck could very well be nothing oose bu near The sensation of the hand of an unseen god or servant passing through

The world is no longer new It&039;s no longer innocent

And the old ones grow tired of being ignored The winds that whispered through the yard earlier weren&039;t the tender caress of a clie They were a siren&039;s call that can only be heard by certain preternatural species

Even now, those forces gather and unite

This tiods and one another

They want us

And we are at their mercy