Even though this journey has reached its end a new one has begun. Just in time for Easter, I present to you a sneak peek of my next project...*drumroll*... The MystiK Squad!

I know I've been silent about this project for a while now, that's because the series has been going through some serious rebooting. Originally it was going to be an urban fantasy series with the classic "magical hidden world" scenario like Percy Jackson or Harry Potter.

Sadly, that idea wasn't really working for me. This may sound like a poor reason but... I didn't want to write about a magical world coexisting with a world similar to ours. I know I'm not obligated to bring up things like religion or real events like Notre Dame burning or the coronavirus or even pop-cultural references but I never felt comfortable putting a fictional "blanket" over history and the real world. There are some things I prefer to leave untouched and unaltered.

Lastly, one of my characters was becoming more of a self insert for me to vent out my frustrations about certain topics which really wasn't helping either. I like my characters to be personal, but not that personal.

I started rewatching shows like Winx Club, Avatar, Ducktales, Mysticons, Elena of Avalor and later discovered a fantasy noir series called Carnival Row through clips on YouTube. I have no intent on watching the series itself, but I was taken in by the aesthetic of the world; a steampunk fantasy setting where fairies and other magical creatures coexist with humans in what I like to call a different "earth", like in Avatar. The planet is never given a name it's just another earth with different geometry, ecosystem, and history. Then I saw the Pixar film Onward and pretty much solicited my decision.

I decided to switch the setting from our world to alternate fantasy earth populated by mythological creatures and no humans.

In this world magic and technology have evolved into one. Literal lighting in a bottle power entire city blocks, gemstones in place of batteries, and crystal balls have evolved into laptops, phones, and tablets.

But even with all of these tools there is still danger in the world and thus many turn to The MystiKs (mystic knights). A group of heroes who have sworn their allegiance to the celestial Prince Arion during the great battle against an ancient evil centuries ago.

Sadly, in these modern times, both the people and the MystiKs themselves have begun to lose sight of their roots. Some have even started to forget about Prince Arion and even regard him as a myth. It isn't until a group of wide-eyed Fae teenagers arrive and remind everyone of the true purpose of the MystiKs.

The world is populated by beings known as Faes or Faeries. In European folklore, the word faeries were used as an umbrella term for most fantasy creatures like goblins, ogres, and sprites.

As promised, here is a draft of the second chapter of the book, the official introduction of our two main leads, Khimera and Griffin Delgado. I've kept you guys waiting long enough. Enjoy and let me know what you think. ;)

Island Living

There was nothing Khimera loved more than the smell of salty sea air in the morning. The sun peeked over the horizon, casting its vibrant glow upon the surface of the ocean, making the foam sparkle like strings of pearls. Khimera breathed it all in, the wind making her red hair dance like the untamed flames of a campfire. Khimera adjusted the sandy beige-colored bag over her shoulder, which had a branch of manga flowers woven onto the side, as she made her way through the tropical wilderness. The bat itself was a bit tacky in Khimera's opinion, usually, something purchased by tourists at the local seaside ships in San Perla, but the material was strong and sturdy enough to carry the heavy load she planned on bringing back to the mainland.

The jungle was eerily quiet that morning. Hardly a grasshopper or a cotora to be seen or heard. Such silence would be more welcome in places like an abandoned warehouse or a long dark alleyway on a foggy night, not a tropical jungle on a hot day. The corners of Khimera's mouth started to curl upwards into a mischievous grin. She knew full well that the silence meant her little friends had anticipated her visit. With cautious steps, Khimera glided her way through the trees, nimbly jumping over the unevenly shaped rocks that scattered the area. She landed on a sturdy log which slightly wiggled at her weight. The motion caused a few bugs and worms to scatter, frantically rushing for the nearest rock of leaf to hide under.

Khimera jumped over another rock and her pointed ears twitched when she heard the sound of a tree branch cracking.

She looked down at her feet. She hadn't stepped on anything.

The ground she stood on was sandy and covered in rocks. There were no twigs in sight and she would have felt the wood against her heel if she had been the culprit of the sound. Also, the noise came from above, not bellow. Khimera remained still, subtly turning her head to look upwards. The leaves were moving but that could have just as easily been the wind. One particular group of leaves moved again, as though something had crashed into them but there was no sign of bids anywhere.

Several of the leaves loved uneven, others appeared only half-completed, and others were constantly shifting, becoming distorted. Some were even starting to change color.

"I see you," Khimera whispered with a devilish smile and wiggling her fingers in anticipation. A gold ring of fire appeared around her irises and her pupils became slits like those of a lizard.

Those were not distorted leaves she saw, it was the camouflage of the creature she was looking for. Khimera kept her eyes locked on the creature and started following it when it moved ahead. She wanted to run but knew that if she did the creature would presume she had already found him. She had to make him believe she didn't notice his slip up. It was way more fun to keep them guessing.

Only when she knew she was losing him did she pick up the pace. The further they went into the jungle the easier it was to make out the creature's body. Its fur was constantly changing colors to match its surroundings but the quicker it ran the harder it got to stay focused on just one color pallet. The creature eventually stopped trying to be discreet and revealed its true form. A brightly colored monkey with fur the color of marigold with deep red and bright yellow hues. White floral-like patterns went down from the back of its head to the tip of its tail and around its ankles and wrists.

Mono-iris (meaning "Rainbow-Monkeys") were magical creatures with the ability to change their fur color into any shade they wished, similarly to chameleons. They were also notorious tricksters. People would be wise not to tangle with them. Khimera...was not one of those people.

Knowing that the charade was over, Khimera chased after the colorful monkey, who chattered and squealed just to get her attention. She laughed pridefully as she was just about to leap at him only to stop midway when she nearly slipped on the green-colored river. The monkey laughed in her direction as it glided through the trees and landed on the other side of the lake. They also had a patagium, similar to flying squirrels, which allowed them to glide from one tree to the next.

Khimera only scoffed and took a few steps back before running straight towards the swampy waters. She jumped, hands stretched out and over her head as though she were about to dive. Bright flames sprouted from her back, taking on the form of a pair of bat-like wings with claws on the carpus. Khimera flew over the lake and landed on the other side, just in time to catch up with the monkey who was running through the trees again.

Khimera laughed. She relished in the thrill of the chase. It awoke the wild animal within her, something she rarely got to do in her everyday life.

Khimera heard the timer on her phone go off. For a moment she was tempted to reach into her pants pocket to take a quick look but decided against it. She shook her head, a growl escaping her mouth making her sound like a starving lion which motivated the monkey to run even faster. His chattering grew louder and more frantic as if he was trying to warn his kin of the beast chasing after him.

"Oh, no you don't!" Khimera shouted. Her wings grew back again and she leaped onto the trees, jumping like a ninja from one branch to the other to catch up to the primate. He was within her reach until more and more colors started appearing all around her, flashing at her light rave party lights, nearly blinding her. More mono-iris had arrived, much to her chagrin.

"Okay, so it's, one, two, three—a lot against one. Way to spice things up." Khimera spread her wings open and torpedoed herself upwards, much to the surprise of the other monkeys. Their colors, which were rapidly changing to match their surroundings, settled to one or two colors rippling side by side. A sparkling light caught the attention of one monkey. His eyes shimmering in curiosity to see a dancing pink flame materialize in front of him. He reached his tiny little monkey hands to play with it. The fire didn't burn him. More flames appeared, each in a different color, which mesmerized the monkeys and they started playing with the lights like cats with a ball of yarn.

The marigold colored monkey Khimera was chasing was entranced by one of the flames that matched his fur only to start screaming in alarm when he saw Khimera running ahead of him. The rainbow fires were a distraction. Khimera laughed vicariously and reached the clearing where she had caught the scent of what she came here for. The sweet, juicy aroma enticed her, pulling her in like a siren's hypnotic call.

Khimera stopped in front of an opening into a massive tree. The opening was draped in fallen palm leaves and dangling tree branches resembling those of a weeping willow. She pushed the branches aside and walked right in. The tree was massive with various mono-iris nests and the hanging leafs made the perfect skylight, letting in just enough sunlight. The winds blew through the leaves making the ripe phoenix mangos dangling above to shine like rubies.

"Jackpot!"

The marigold monkey finally arrived at the scene, gasping for air. Once he saw that Khimera had beaten him he hung his head in defeat.

"Sorry, Travi. You really need to step up your game, amigo." The monkey curled his tail around himself in sadness, which made Khimera frown. "Aww. It was still a good try. No hard feelings?" She flicked her finger and a bright flame appeared before him, changing shape to look like himself. The monkey, Travi, jumped for joy and started playing with his colorful double. Khimera giggled and looked up at the mouthwatering fruit.

Once the monkeys were done playing with the colorful lights, and since Khimera had found the mangos before the monkeys could reach her, the game was over. This was a routine usually done once or twice a month, or as often as Khimera could. Mono-Iris island was a very small patch of land populated only by the monkeys and the small research center where people studied the primates. It was also a hot tourist attraction. Today, the compound was closed and the tourist boat was out of commission for a while, which left the monkeys to themselves, and Khimera the chance to visit without anyone being a pest about it. Aside from the monkeys, of course.

The monkeys helped Khimera in filling up her bag with the phoenix mangos, which was a fruit found mainly on this small island and occasionally imported to the mainland depending on the season. Khimera had the luxury of getting them for free from her colorful friends. So long as she proved her worth by besting them in a game of chase. It took her a while to get the hang of it but by this point, she had learned all of their tricks. Mono-iris were fun critters who liked causing mischief, but they were also pretty predictable.

Khimera patted the bottom of the bag with her palm and gently shook it up and down to examine the weight. Travi, the marigold colored monkey—his full name was Travieso, which meant "mischievous", but Khimera named him Travi for short—he hunched on her shoulder, his fur tickling her skin.

"Think this is enough?" She asked. She always made sure to not go beyond what she needed. After all, these mangos came from their property. Travi nodded. Khimera then reached into her bag and pulled out one mango. "I don't think we'll be just one." She said, tossing one of the mangos to Travi, who ate it happily, the mango juice already dripping from his mouth. Another money, one with an aquamarine shine, looked up at Khimera with pleading eyes.

"Or two." She tossed him an extra mango then zipped up the bag. She wasn't going to let them hustle her out her loot. The alarm on her phone went off again. The time was 7:36.

"Ah, crud! I gotta get going." Khimera had Travi climb down from her shoulder by going down her arm and landing on a nearby rock. "Same time next month?" Travi chattered happily in approval.

"See you guys. Don't throw poop at the tourists." Khimera said before leaving. She poked her head into the tree one more time, "At least not the hard poop." She said then zipped away. The thought was disgusting but there was an unspoken satisfaction about the idea of ignorant gringos getting splattered in the face.

Khimera ran through the same places from when she was chasing Travi, only this time she took a few fleeting moments to really take in the scenery. She ran near the river, her reflection becoming distorted by the fish jumping up and down the waters, swimming away from the ahuizotl. It opened its jaws and snatched the fish, swallowing them whole. The spiny aquatic canine paid no mind to Khimera, for these creatures were relatively gentle and aloof and had a strict diet of fish and the occasional monkey, but they never attacked or ate faeries. Though some were very friendly, like this one who was familiar with Khimera. She waved hello and the ahouizotl waved back with the end its hand-shaped tail before diving into the water to snatch the rest of his breakfast.

Cotoras flew over her head and tiny grasshoppers leaped off of the trees and flowers. Khimera snatched one, took a whiff then placed it in her hair as she was coming up to a waterfall. Without a flicker of hesitation, Khimera jumped over the rocks and took a nose dive into the rapid waters below.

Her wings appeared again and she narrowly missed hitting the water. Droplets landed on her face as she flew over the river then higher to reach the peak of a hilltop overlooking the ocean. Khimera soared high into the clouds, taking in the rays of the rising sun. If she could she could stay there forever, but sadly duty called.

Khimera swooped downwards, the wide-open ocean ahead of. She trailed her fingers over the surface, spotting the fish and reefs bellow. The mainland of her island home was already insight.

Yunque was the definition of an island parasite. Friendly locals, flora, and fauna that came straight out of a fairytale, from the tiny glowing Coquis that sung their songs at night to lure children into a tranquil sleep, to the elusive, yet ironically very cuddly, Chupacabras. And, of course, no shortage of white sandy beaches.

The one place that many agreed best exemplified of their island's vibrant culture was the capital of San Perla. A sea-side town that intermixed both the people's history and their modern ways of life. Not only was it home to Perla Beach, hence where the town got its name, but the town was also the cultural hot spot for artists and musicians.

Brightly colored murals with abstract imagery adorned almost every street corner, colonial architectural houses that came in every color of the rainbow, and booths that sold a variety of hand made woven bags, dresses, jewelry, and rocks with life-like landscapes painted onto them. Musicians would come together to form parandas at any hour of the day, completely out of the blue and for literally any random reason they could think of. They would play on their guitars, shake their maracas and tambourines, tap on a pair of wooden sticks, and scratch on their güiros. Güiros was made from a hollow gourd with parallel notches cut on the side and played by rubbing a metal stick along the notches to produce a ratchet-like sound.

San Perla was also the best place to get a taste of the local cuisine, from restaurants to street-side kioskos serving portions of crispy, garlic fried plantains, slow-roasted succulent pork, savory rice and beans, and Chupacabra eggs sprinkled with salt and pepper with a side of garlic bread and melted cheese on top. And that was just the first meal.

There were a few smaller islands surrounding the coast of the island, one of which of course was home to the Mono-Iris, which normally took at least a half-hour or so on a boat ride. But for Khimera it took only eleven minutes. Twelve tops.

Khimera was nearing the coastline, spotting the Trench Guard swimming beneath the waves. The island was surrounded by an enchanted circular oceanic trench that was guarded by a patrol of undines, naiads and merfolk twenty-four seven. This trench served as somewhat of a barrier for the island, mainly shielding it from rapid waters during hurricane season and the dangerous aquatic beasts that tended to pass by during certain periods of the year. It didn't keep the island completely untouchable by natural disasters, but the Trench Guard did help in alerting the people in the wake of an impending storm, wild waters caused by gigantic oceanic beasts, which were quite common around these parts. For this reason, many regarded Yunque as the "worry-free" island, shielded by the hand of the Aetherial, Himself.

Khimera swooped down, bypassing several avians and sylphs flying over the beach. Avians were bird-like fae with bird legs, tail feathers, sharp claws and feathers growing from their arms and hair matching the color of their feathered wings. Sylphs were wind elementals who also possessed feathered wings but lacks the more bird-like attributes of their cousins. They waved hello as Khimera flew one. One of the Avians, who's feathers were a bright red, green and blue, was pulling on what seemed like a sturdy rope. At the end of it was an elf wearing a life vest being pulled through the ocean on water skis.

The beach bellow was packed with fae in and out of the water, sunbathing, building sandcastles, riding on water bikes and inflatable canoes. Merfolk, naiads, and undines sat on rocks while taking selfies on their pearl-phones. A group of centaurs came galloping through the boardwalk with headphones plugged into their ears and a satyr was selling coconut and mango ice cream to kids. Winged cats fought each other to get the last fish sticks left behind on a table.

Khimera flew over the small shops and kioskos, smelling the deep-fried tostones and empanadas no doubt freshly made. Several people looked up when she flew overhead, her bat-like wings practically blocking the sky. She looked at her phone again and picked up the pace.

(~)

Griffin bobbed his head to the music coming from the loudspeakers on the walls while a full-on music video of one of the newest Yunquenian singers was playing on the television screen. The music was a lot more modern than the traditional instrumental music they often put on, but the manager said he needed younger people coming in, seeing as they were the ones who spent the most money on places such as this, taking pictures of the cardboard cutouts out front, playing on the pool table and picking and choosing which music to listen to, as well as which music video they could select from a keyboard and laptop nearby, similar to those old juice-box machines. Griffin was grateful to one customer's choice in music. The rhythm inspired him to move faster and with enthusiastic energy.

Of course, him being able to levitate various plates at a time was probably another major reason as to how he was lucky enough to land a job at one of the trendiest sea-side restaurants in San Perla. It got the job done faster.

His style and movements impressed the customers, both local and foreigners, which meant he received great tips. As the music played, Griffin hummed to the lyrics and gently levitated three orders of food onto one table, then offered the little girl, who's mouth was coated in chocolate syrup from her ice cream Sunday, a napkin to clean herself with. The girl's mother thanked him and she wiped her daughter's face. Griffin gave the family a princely bow for good measure and carried on with his work.

"Excuse me!" A were-cat girl with white feline ears and tail called to Griffin. She was sitting alongside another were-cat like herself, only her fur was bright orange, and the third sitting on the other side was a sphinx with red, blue and yellow feathered wings and feathers at the end of her sand-yellow tail. Both girls were wearing shorts that reached just above their knees, though the white one was wearing much shorter ones that exposed her thighs and were also wearing sandals with a crop top. She was more appropriately dressed for the beach while her friends were much more practical. The sphinx wore a sun-hat and a shirt with a palm tree on it while the orange feline wore a blue shirt with tropical fish. Their ears flickered with interest when they caught sight of Griffin.

The young man gave them a mutual smile and pulled out his notebook from his apron pocket and his pen from behind his left ear.

"Buenos Dias, what can I get you today?"

"Could we get some milkshakes? I'll have a kiwi-strawberry blend with whip-cream on top." Asked the white-furred were-cat while flickering her tail, a little too close to Griffin's ankles. He cautiously sashayed away, keeping a respectable distance between himself and the table. The upbeat song came to a close, much to Griffin's chagrin.

"I'll have a Pineapple Colada." Said the sphinx.

"And I'll have a caramel coffee blend." Said the orange feline.

"Coming right up." Griffin scribbled down the orders and made his leave, only for the three females to star purring loudly. Griffin felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle upwards once he turned from the girls. His cheeks felt as warm as chilly peppers being rubbed against his skin. He swallowed the embarrassment as he went into the back where he found his friend Alex coming back from emptying a table. He wiggled his eyes brows, nodding his head towards the felines.

"Heeeeeey, reeling in the gringas again, aye mano." Alex was a young elf boy with naturally tan skin and dark wavy hair tinted with yellow highlights, big brown eyes, and a toothy grin.

Griffin peeled the paper with the order written down and stuck it to Alex's forehead. "Be sure to tell them that. I bet they'd love to get their claws all over you." Griffin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He wasn't sure what made him feel more nauseous, those girls trying to make a clear pass at him or Alex making light of it. Whatever happened to nice, sweet, thoughtful girls who sought chivalry and kindness over... whatever it was these girls wanted from Griffin.

On the outside, Griffin too could pass for an elf. He looked like an average pointy-eared young lad, aside from his bright crimson hair and captivating emerald green eyes. But the difference was clear whenever he sprouted his wings or manifested his unicorn horn in his hand, which he used to levitate the plates for the customers earlier. The tip of the horn gave off a bright star-like glow while he used it.

Griffin pulled out his phone, making sure none of the other employees were looking. Some of them could be such tattletales. He checked the time. It was seven fifty-three and she still hadn't clocked in yet. Griffin groaned and grabbed the next plate of food for one of the customers he was tending to before the three cat-girls came in.

"Tranquilo, she always gets here on time," Alex said, "Except for when she doesn't. But I'm sure she will this time."

"Yeah, you're right. She'll totally be here." Griffin gave his co-worker a sarcastic smile, which quickly switched to a frustrated scowl. "Wearing mud on her shoes and smelling like monkey hair." Griffin huffed. The enthusiasm he had before was gone, replaced by a frustration that he tried so hard to keep under control. Griffin was terrible at keeping a straight face whenever his emotions flared, anyone who knew him for years could vouch for that.

"Hey, some people like that smell." Alex said, "By the way, did you give her my email yet? I wanted to invite her to my cousin's quinseñera and my parents will only let me sit with the adults if I bring a date."

Griffin paused his work for a moment. "Alex, do you ever think about what you're going to say before you say it?"

"Is that a yes or a no?"

Griffin rolled his eyes and went back to work.

"Which one is it?"

(~)

A couple walking by screamed when they saw Khimera do a five-point landing once she reached the ground. Her wings disappeared and she straightened herself, adjusting her mango filled bag.

"Sorry, sorry! Con permiso, excuse me."

Khimera quickly moved past the couple and hurried to the back entrance of the restaurant. She clocked in, hurried to the employee kitchen and tossed her bag of mangoes into the fridge, sloppily writing her name on a sticky note and putting it on the bag, complete with a rough doodle of a dragon breathing fire, meant to seem menacing but just looked like a poor attempt at it. She put on her black apron, complete with her name tags, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and opened the door. She yelped when she saw her brother standing right in front of her.

Both siblings shared the same light olive skin tone, piercing green eyes and red hair, though in slightly different shades. Khimera's was a bright fiery red with orange highlights while Griffin's was more of light rose color with a subtle orange tint and ruby highlights. The alarm on both their phones chimed. It was officially 8:00.

"Ha! One minute and twenty-eight seconds. Not late." Khimera said bombastically, shoving her phone in her brother's face, much to his annoyance. Griffin rose a brow and took a whiff of her hair. "No monkey hair," Khimera said cheerfully. Griffin looked down at her feet. "Squeaky clean. Inspection over? Great, cause I need to get to work, so if you don't mind."

Griffin opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself, remembering that he was still levitating the orders. One of the employees nearly smashed his face with one of them.

"Griffin, why are you standing there for? Those tables have been waiting for seven minutes."

"We'll talk later," Griffin said to his sister behind gritted teeth, then handed her two of the plates he was carrying. "Tostones and rice with frijoles go to table nine and pasta salad goes to table twenty."

"Got it," Khimera said with lackluster enthusiasm. Her brother gave her a soft pat on the back then went on to tend to the milkshakes. Khimera sighed then forced herself to smile. Both tables were on opposite sides of the room, table five located in the center near the potted plants while table twenty was at the far end near the window overlooking the ocean and the sidewalk town.

Khimera wasn't a huge fan of her job, but her brother wasn't the only one who could get things done fast. Sparkling flame-like trails surrounded the bottom of the trays, lifting them up from Khimera's hands. With a wave of her wrists, she levitated them to their respected tables. The customers clapped in gratitude and she took a bow.

Alex, carrying a tray of three milkshakes walked up beside her. "Wow! That is still so cool!"

Khimera rolled her eyes but accepted Alex's compliment. The guy was easily impressed by almost anything she did. It was flattering, but at the same time, she kind of knew why he did it. One, because he genuinely thought her and Griffin's powers were awesome, and second because he wanted to be on her good graces.

Khimera heard two feline girls, one of them a sphinx, purring when Griffin walked by them. She saw the discomfort on her brother's face and the white cat girl extended her tail, stopping Griffin from going any further.

"Hey, are our milkshakes ready yet?" She asked, once again flickering her ears and speaking in a sultry voice.

"On their way," Griffin said and carefully walked around the tail. Khimera noticed the tray of milkshakes Alex was holding, who in turn was staring at the felines, clearly attracted to them. She took the milkshakes, much to Alex's dumbfounded surprise, and approached the table.

"Oh, hey, did you get my—"

"No, no, and no," Khimera replied to Alex without turning around or stoping, knowing full well what he was going to ask. When the felines saw Khimera arrive with their shakes their eyes became slits and the hairs on their backs started to rise up in irritation.

"Here you are, ladies. Sorry, it took so long."

"Um, we ordered from a different waiter." Said the white cat girl, rudely narrowing her eyes at her waitress.

"Yeah. You did." Khimera replied, flipping her ponytail from over her shoulder. She leaned in close, speaking directly to the white cat girl. "Word of advice, you might want to tuck in that tail. Somebody could step on it." For good measure, Khimera's eyes became slits and the flame-like glow encircled her irises again, causing the cat-girl to partly hiss and recoil in fear.

"I'll let my brother know your order was taken care of. Disfrutalo."

Griffin spotted this and was about to say something but Khimera who rose her hand to his face and kept on walking. "Thank me later, Mano."

(~)

Spanish words and phrases glossary:

Cotora: Parrot

Disfrutalo: "Enjoy it"

Mano: A slang word, short for "brother". It also doubles as the Spanish word for hand.

Tostones: a Latin American dish of fried plantains, typically served with a dip.

Frijoles: Mexican beans

Con permiso: "Excuse me"

Gringas/os: Foreign girl/boy

Tranquillo: "Relax"

Kioskos: Kiosk

Parrandas: Social events that feature traditional Puerto Rican music, food, and drinks. Usually taking place around Christmas but are sometimes done randomly around the streets, especially Old San Juan.

Empanadas: A Spanish or Latin American pastry turnover filled with a variety of savory ingredients and baked or fried.

The island of Yunque is based on my home, Puerto Rico. Or at least my dream version of it, in case the chupacabras didn't give it away. It's named after the Yunque rainforest, my favorite place on the entire island while San Perla is based on my second favorite location, Old San Juan. And that island of monkeys at the beginning? It's also based on a real place. Sadly, the monkeys don't change color or give you Phoenix mangoes, which aren't real either. Bummer, I know.

So there you have it, the first official sneak peek of The MystiK Squad! I hope you guys like it and feel free to share your thoughts about it. In the meantime, while my Voltron story is over you guys can read my DragonHeart: The Dragon Princess story here on fanfiction or on Archive of Our Own. It's my first Dragon Prince fanfiction.

Thank you once again for all of your love and support. Stay safe and have a very Happy Easter. Don't let these troubling times keep you from spending some quality time with your family... what are you guys doing?

*the paladins show up all dressed in armor and as mythical creatures*

Ember: "Well, since the story's over and we're still in quarantine we figured we'd play Monsters and Mana: Narnia Addition."

Narnia Addition?

Shiro: "It was Keith's idea."

Keith: "I have made it very clear, I really like the books!"

Allura: "Are you in?"

Do you even have to ask! *grabs a sword* Happy Easter everybody! God bless, *kiss, kiss*

FOR NARNIA!