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It wouldn't hurt to briefly look around. All I had to guide me were the rumors and myths about the Fae and their realm. The problem with myths, is that you never know what might be real. Myth says the Fae can't lie, but no one has ever been able to prove that. Out of all the legends I knew, there was one fact. Monsters came from this realm, some harboring magic while others had claws, fangs, or poison. All were deadly, and all caused death when they managed to find a portal and cross over. Remembering all of the myths I knew, I suddenly felt very exposed. My eyes darted around the clearing, looking as far into the forest as I could.

Sugar Aquarius looked rather miserable and disappointed. “Yeah… I begin to doubt whether the so-called ‘myth’ in our demons-world is true or not,” muttered Virando with his somewhat gazing stare. “If it isn’t true, why is there a kind of urban-legend or myth like that, Boss? There’s no smoke without fire, isn’t it?” “Perhaps it’s just a fairy tale composed by our ancestors in the past, Aquarius… You know, just a kind of bedtime story from the parents to their children…”

His father brought some clarity to him and insisted that it’s a collection of Middle Eastern and South Asian folk tales that were originally published together during the Islamic Golden Age. “Honestly dad, this isn`t a story, I see it more like a biography and a bizarre one of course. Begging a man with one thousand and one stories not to die, is funny. Would you please tell me a story of its own in its own originality? Junior pleaded at the end and for the second time. “But son, I must tell you something. Scheherazade according to myth was a fictional character. A make believe. That is an imaginary character” While laughing with her husband.

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The way he explained it in detail, barely pronouncing the words right because of his missing teeth amazed me. " Luke, you know what a myth is," " No." " Well these are stories that are fabricated to explain certain things, I could create one, you could create one, as long as it can answer the question why, or try telling us why something is the way it is." " Like here, why the sun and moon are the way they are," he conquered.

I roamed my big doe eyes across the dark surroundings yet I can not find anything strange except for the disarrayed arrangement of books on the gigantic shelves. I just shrugged and continued reading the page where I last off. It further elaborated that some of such tales give a story behind the meaning of suffering, others may be conceptual or theoretical various explanations of human origins such as how life was created and how the earth was formed. It expresses the beliefs and values about these subjects held by a certain culture from all around the world. All in all, there are millions of myths existing from different races and from different countries that tell the stories of ancestors

My voice was high and strangled. Meg nodded. “Greek myths, the Book of Enoch… and werewolves. But not like those stupid movies—don’t look at me like that! I’m talking about people who say they know people. People with stories… and those stories are starting to sound really fucking familiar, Cara. The stuff that’s happening to you…” She trailed off and I waited, my heart pounding. “What?”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Those stories of wars were just myths to them, unless someone brought you in, like Cassandra. Just when I’m ready to give up, I find a story from around twenty years ago about a teenager saving a woman from a monstrous beast.

“We’ll be analyzing the Moonlight myths—how the stories have evolved over time and what they tell us about the cultures that created them.” The students murmured with excitement as she unlocked the door, leading them inside. Elena loved this part of her job, the opportunity to share her passion for history and mythology with others. It felt like uncovering the layers of the past together, peeling back the mysteries hidden within ancient texts. She set her materials on the desk, glancing at the clock as the students settled into their seats. Once everyone was ready, she began. “Good morning, everyone. Today, we’ll be exploring-”