The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. Thatโs the sound of being alive. Itโs your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before itโs all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their canโt-do-this, and canโt-do-thatโs, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.
BromThe boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?
BromMen-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earthโs first children were driven into the shadows by flame and cold iron, by manโs insatiable need of conquest.
Brom