Myths of Power

"For ages now, children have been told all sorts of faerie tales about witches, goblins, elves and trolls. What almost all of the world doesn't know is that most of those tales... were true"

Catherines face wrinkles in disbelief.

"It's true. Since the dawn of mankind, there have also been faerie kind. Creatures that took a different path from human-kind. The most powerful were the Elves and the Trolls. However, being the most powerful isn't all that it sounds like. Wars between the two were common enough to get the attention of the human's fear."

Richard stands and walks around the fire. He looks deep into the night trying to see the unseen.

"Ages ago, the Humans decided that the Faerie folk were too powerful..too strange to live with them, even on the outer edges of civilization. They banded together and wiped out many of the elves and troll. Eventually, there were only a few left of our kind. Mostly just the ones that could more easily blend in with them."

He picks up a rock and throws it into the bushes. It lands with a thud and animals can be heard running away.

"Now, we are down to only a few clans. Ours, the Revenants, the Lycantropes, and the Vampyrics. There are a few other, small clans, such as the goblins. But their time is also almost gone. They are too few to survive."

He turns and sits down to find Catherine asleep.

"And so we find ourselves living in the human's shadows. Trying not to get caught..."