Mike roamed through the village streets. The sun peeked through the clouds, warming the air just a bit. A breeze picked his brown cape off the floor and made it flow behind him. Someone shouted something to his left and he looked to see who it was. Jo and Brick were throwing insults at each other.

Of course.

He sighed and looked away. He glanced at the two fairies, Katie and Sadie, giggling and staring in awe at the "super-hot" fairy, Justin. Mike rolled his eyes and looked away. He noticed Staci chatting non-stop with Lightning, the werewolf that was so full of himself. Then Mike saw Beth walk by. She politely waved, so he waved back and gave her a small smile. Next, the dorky but powerful sorcerer, Harold, was drooling at Leshawna's side. Then, his eyes landed on the one person that always brightened his day.

Zoey.

Her hair rested on her shoulders, and it was the colour of roses, and her light pink dress that went down to her knees had a big white flower in the center of the corset. She had a brown cape with a hood that matched her brown boots and belt. Zoey beamed and skipped over to him.

"Good morning," she said and pecked his cheek.

"Morning," Mike replied and took her hand.

Zoey was the one person he trusted with his life. She knew about his Multiple Personality Disorder, and she was always there for him no matter what.

"Have the others gotten better at cooperating?" Zoey asked as they started walking.

By 'others' she meant his other personalities. "Sort of…" Mike replied, "They've calmed down a bit. Vito isn't hooking up with every girl he sees anymore, and Chester isn't shouting 'back in my day-!' anymore."

Zoey chuckled. "I do have to admit. They can be a bit amusing sometimes."

Mike squeezed her hand and shot her a grin. He was at least a full head taller than her, but he found that cute. Mike's tan made him look darker then he really was, and his brown hair stuck up in the humidity. Zoey, however, was never affected by the changing seasons. Summer, winter, fall, spring, she always looked the same. She always looked perfect. Her soft lips never dried, her eyes never swelled from typical spring-time-allergies, and her friendliness certainly never faltered.

They walked along the stone pathway, passing small wood and brick houses that belonged to the people of Omaria. The village was small, of course, since Omaria was such a tiny kingdom on a tiny island. Seriously, the whole kingdom, village, forest, and island, they were all tiny. Only about 150 or so in population. Most who lived on the island were supernatural, of course. Omaria had been a mix of humans and supernatural for generations. It had always been ruled by a supernatural too. To be specific, it was always ruled by a vampire. Queen Heather, her parents, her parent's parents. Never anything else.

No one was really bothered by this, since it didn't really affect the way someone ruled a kingdom. The only thing was, a law was made by Queen Heather's mother, Queen Hilary, when she was ruling this country. The law was that vampires and werewolves were forbidden to be together. The reason behind this is because Queen Hilary claimed that a werewolf murdered her husband (who was also a vampire), so she got so filled with grief and anger that she created that law. Anyone who broke that law would suffer major consequences.

And that law sucked.

It caused a lot of hate between vampires and werewolves, for they didn't exactly get along around here, but some did. Mike was a sorcerer, so he didn't have to worry about any of these things. Zoey was a witch, the lesser-known supernatural creature. Most of Omaria went to the witches for some sort of good-luck charm, or a brewed up love potion of some sort that only last for a day, and occasionally people go to them for medicine if they're sick. It was proved that sorcerers are more powerful than witches, and there are more sorcerers in Omaria than witches (since only females can be born witches), but witches still should be treated equally to all the other supernaturals.

The two ventured to the center of the village, where a giant fountain stood. The smooth grey stone had carved holes in it, and in the holes were little patches of pure gold. The fountain was round, with a smaller level a little above the bottom level, and then above that was the top level. The top level had a big stone sphere on it, where the water came out of. They sat on the edge of it.

"Next full moon is coming up," Mike stated, "in about three or four days."

Zoey ran her fingers through the water in the fountain. "I know. Hopefully the werewolves won't be too noisy this time."

Mike chuckled as he thought back to the last full moon where every single werewolf was howling throughout the night. It was also the night Mike and Zoey… went all the way.

Mike blushed at the thought of them doing it for the first time. He shook the thought away and turned his attention back to Zoey. "I wonder if Queen Heather will ever allow vampires and werewolves to be together."

She sighed. "I hope so. Maybe all the hate will go away."

"Yeah…" He fiddled with his cape as he watched the two fairy friends walk by, Katie and Sadie. Their matching black shirts with a white embedded pattern on it, and pink skirts went perfectly with their pale pink transparent wings. Their wings were dull, and not sparkling like normal, so that meant they were out of dust and were probably heading out to the forest where the grand Omarian Tree stood.

The Omarian Tree was grown in the center of the woods hundreds of years ago. The seed was formed when a huge full moon appeared one night, bigger than the moon has ever been, and lightning struck the moon, causing a tiny, tiny piece to fall off onto the island of Omaria. The piece fell into a pond (which is also in the center of the woods), and from there it melted into a seed. A mermaid found it a few days after that, but the seed wasn't just a seed anymore. It had sprouted a little stem, already started to grow.

Or at least, that's how the story behind it goes. It was the story Mike's parents told him. It was the story every parent told their children.

It didn't take long for the tree to grow. About a week or two, according to the villagers. The tree had a variety of different leaves all over it. Each colour represented a supernatural group.

Dark red for Vampires.

Pale green for Fairies.

Purple for Witches.

Navy for Werewolves.

Orange for Sorcerers.

And light teal for mermaids.

Some supernaturals like fairies and sorcerers actually have to go to the tree once in a while to regain their magic. Fairies call it dust, but sorcerers call it magic. They just have to pluck one leaf off the tree, and it will immediately absorb into your skin.

And another leaf grows of that same colour, so Omaria never runs out.

Basically when fairies lose all their dust, they can't fly or use their powers. When sorcerers lose all their magic, they can't cast spells or anything like that.

They say the Omarian Tree balances out the six genes of supernatural. It's not known what'll happen if the tree dies or if all the leaves of one colour fall off, but everyone is hoping that'll never happen.

After Zoey and Mike talked for several minutes, Mike finally stood up and stretched.

"How about we take a trip to the Woods of Eve?" He asked, pulling her up from the fountain ledge.

She grinned. "I knew you were going to ask that."

Mike rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I know I always want to go there. But c'mon, we could go look at the Omarian Tree, see how the pond sparkles around it. You don't find a tree that grew out of a pond very often."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. "I know. And I'd love to go, but I have to finish brewing a mix for someone." She planted a small kiss on his lips.

"What is it this time?" Mike smirked, "A love potion someone's gonna use on Justin? Vampire sunscreen? Levitation? Ooh, maybe a cure for the plague."

Zoey giggled and brushed her nose against his, though she had to go on her tiptoes to do so. "No it's not any of those. It was actually someone out of this kingdom who ordered it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yep. He said his name was Chris Mclean. He called me through my trusty ol' crystal ball, cause apparently, he's not actually in Omaria," she told him.

"Wow, a customer out of Omaria. That's a first," Mike joked.

She chuckled. "Yeah, but he's on a ship that's coming to Omaria. Said he'd be here by tomorrow morning," she stopped grinning and her eyes squinted, "he also ordered a Vile of Decease."

Mike frowned. "Decease? But that's only used to kill someone."

She nodded. "I know; I was shocked too. I asked him why, and he said he needed it for a different potion he was brewing. He told me the recipe called for a Vile of Decease, but he didn't have to ingredients to make it, so he just ordered it from me. He's coming to pick it up from me tomorrow morning."

Mike's brows knitted together. "Zoey, I'd be careful when he comes tomorrow. He can just take it right out of your hand and throw it at you…"

"I know, Mike. And I will be careful. I'll probably cast a Protector's Shield around myself before he comes," she told him, "but he sounded pretty honest. He even told me the name of the potion he was brewing, and I know that one calls for a Vile of Decease. So he's probably telling the truth."

He rested his forehead against Zoey's. "Ok. But just be cautious."

Zoey grinned. "I will, I promise." And she kissed him once more.