We never used to be divided. But when the humans found out about us, that's what we were. At the start we were packs but we realised that we could not do it alone. So spices joined together and went to one corner of the world. Vampires to the south, werepeople to the west, witches to the east and fairies to the north. We killed the hunters that were there but some escaped to the middle of the world. When we went they were not there, they disappeared. They were not seen again but we still heard about them. Getting more people to join, we could not find them. We searched but we still couldn't. They were buying themselves time and would strike when we forget about them. It would be years before they came. Our only hope would be the prophecy child:
"One of all will come,
She will have more power than anyone has seen.
When she turns 16, the first ones will come,
They will give the powers and explain the universe to her,
They will train her and make your strong,
She will bring us back together again with the help of her new friends,
On her 20th birthday the hunters will come,
And only one side can win."
She is our only hope. The humans will forget about us, so we will be safe for a while. But this war could save us or destroy us.