This Story is made with characters that are all explicitly 18 years old or older, if you like this story or want to suggest anything please do leave a comment on it giving your feedback, I hope you enjoy it as this is my first story.

On the Continent of Magic, Peongi, there is a small and cheerful village named Mellmen nestled in a valley, everyone knows each other and people walk about with smiles on their faces, even on the quietest days beautiful music drifts through the air like a cloud, washing over people and refreshing them. Travers from all different walks of life have stumbled upon this cheerful town and called it home, the small inn near the center of the village is always lively. This town is quite removed from the racism that is often seen in the other towns and settlements, though it can still be seen, it's nothing nearly as bad, some rude words here and some bullying there but no one is getting strung up on the walls or hunted down. The village was quite large for most villages, having always been prosperous.

Among the races of Mellmen there were plenty to be seen, each person had their own story, but their was one specific person who lived in Mellmen whose race wasn't so common, almost elusive, never revealing themselves in public, until something unexpected happened.

Their name was...