“What do you mean you’ve only read about us before,” rouge yelled into mya’s face. Rouge looked irritated as he put one hand on the back of the chair behind her. Mark looked at mya with a calm face as he walked in front of mya, “have you been living under a rock for the last thousand years?” Mya turned all her attention to Mark and completely zoned out rouge, “what do you mean?” Mya showed all the confusion she felt on her face. Mark looked at her as he slowed down his speaking voice, “well, for the past thousand years all races have been at war.” “What do you mean all the races, are you trying to say there's more than just humans and werewolves,” Mya asked as she looked at the two boys extremely surprised.

Rouge looked at her and changed his tone as if he was talking to a toddler, “yeah there are 5 races, there used to be 6 and that’s what started this war.” Rouge said that as mya saw his face drop, as she looked over at Mark his face dropped as well. “Well what happened to the sixth race,” mya asked, trying to figure out what made them so upset talking about something that happened long before they were alive. Rouge looked at her with a saddened face, slowly Rouge's face went from sad to stern, “we can’t tell one story without telling the others.”

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“Long ago there were 6 races, the humans, werewolves, Neko’s, Elf, Demons, and Last of all the mages. The mages were the most loved and powerful race, they could weld any type of magic where as the other races could only weld one type or none. All the different races had gotten along, especially the leaders. The leaders were the best of friends. Unfortunately, all that changed one day when the leader of the mages was murdered by one of their closest friends. After that happened the mages wanted revenge and tried to find out who killed their beloved leader. In the end, they found who did it, but they caught them by surprise and in a single night wiped out every single mage. Since no mage was left alive no one knows who did it. After the mages died all of the remaining races couldn’t trust those who they once had called their best friends. As a last resort, a human brought 5 of the mage's legendary spell books. The humans wanted to keep the books all to themselves but the other races wanted them too, so the werewolf leader ended up taking the books and giving one to everyone except the humans instead they gave the extra book to the elves. In a fit of rage, the humans declared war on everyone. At the end of the day, all the races ended up turning on each other. To this day everyone thinks that the humans somehow were able to kill the mages,” Rouge told mya the whole story with a saddened face. Mya looked at the rogue with tears in her eyes, “that’s horrible.” Mark looks at Mya with a saddened smile, “it is I wish there was still a mage that could destroy the books and end the war.”