Hey guys! So, Michelangelokitty  and I are going to make a story together, Magic. We hope you like it! :)

The kingdom was falling into dark times. They needed a savior.

"Get the girl," the queen whispered. "It's time."

"Darling, are you sure? She might not be ready yet, human upbringings are different from ours. The shock of the portal... she might not make it."

"She's our last chance! Can't you see? If she doesn't save us, we're doomed. All of us. My kingdom." A wail.

"Okay. Dear, I understand. We'll do it."

A pale purple mist rises from the ground. The king waves his hands and a soft blue patch emerges from it. "Go," he whispers. "Bring the girl." It faded.

Just in time, because a dark mass burst through the door. Wind howling, bony hands stretching for the royals. The queen screams again, the note scratching her throat.

The purple mist surges at the dark figure. It is propelled backwards with a scream. The doors slam shut, and then shake once, twice, as evil tries to break in. The rulers cower against their thrones.

Finally, it leaves. And the girl was coming.