Edmond Winters family all had 'gifts' so he was raised to understand that it is necessary to hide a part of himself as not everyone has gifts of their own. It had the side-effect that he came of as aloof and standoffish. While he does agree with the rules to maintain a masquerade from the non-magical, he 'messed up' one time. As he was five he showed his ability to his best friend with whom he built sandcastles and the like. They didn't seem surprised but didn't comment. Nowadays he can hardly remember their face.

You usually dreamt of nonsense, like being hunted by daffodils. This time however you dreamt of your house, and how you leave it to walk into the forest until you came to an old shack. You had this dream so often that you know the path by heart now. In your dreams you try to enter the shack, you know you have to, that it is important that you do, you need to safe someone, but you never quite managed to before waking up.

It was one of these cold and stormy days that kept the coffee shop you were in relatively empty. You took the silence as a sign to treat yourself to a more fancy order than usual before reading your newspaper. Today is your day off and you intend to start it slowly, without the usual hectic and routine. You skip to the science part, yesterday you had your weirdest accident yet. One of your friends started an argument, the type with a lot of gestures and then your glass vase broke. He said that it just happened and that neither of you touched it, which is just silly in your opinion. So it is the science section first, a daily habit now, to remind you that everything can be explained. You had tuned the world around you out as you studied the articles and maybe that was your first mistake.

Everybody knows that vampires can use a witches and wizards abilities if they drink some of their blood. So it came as absolutly no surprise to you when vampires kidnapped your family and wanted to force you into a sort of marriage. You managed to free them of course, but now you are on the run. You managed to find some friends and shelter in an old fashioned club. It's the type only magical beings gather at, Kobold, witches, faeries and the like. You were almost sure you were safe, and yet...

Archy had a bad week. He was a serious journalist, the kind that does science and politics for the kind of newspapers that if printed one could hide behind. Except his collegue Rich, who does finance and stock market and has finance bro attitude, gets really sick. Usually no problem, except Rich's assignment is now Archy's problem. Archy already knows that Rich is going to be insufferable that he can't do the interview with that new Ceo, with their oh so innovative idea, their love for philanthropy and their dislike for public appearances. So he doesn't really do all the research he could, just reads Rich's notes before he heads to the office and the job.

New York is always busy, and if you are of means, it is expected that your penthouse with a view of central park looks like it. Ralph has always fulfilled expectation placed on him. He enjoys reading about how well the social causes he supports do, and remodeling buildings, but he sees no point in talking about it. His enjoyment of his company doesn't describe how well it does on the stock market. Which is how he ends up at an auction for an old house, outside of the city. He bought it, of course, the miles of garden need tending to and his people are already going through the furniture to asses them for their worth. An old fashioned, probably antique mirror stops everybody. It is most likely worth a lot, looks handcrafted, but nobody can make sense of it. The original owner used to cover up the mirror and insisted it be destroyed after death, but in the empty room smelling like roses it is hard to understand why. So due to a lack of leads the mirror migrates to Ralph's office until it can be properly assessed. A part of Ralph is certain that the mirror must be a reproduction as the glass is oddly clear for the supposed age of the frame. The first day Ralph thinks he hears a giggle from the mirror as he leaves for the day.

There were clerical errors you could forgive, somethings could be relatively easy to sort out. This had to be the biggest there had to be. This wasn't just a mistaken bill, this was your life. Because you had managed to escape a collapsing bridge before you passed out from exhaustion. You should be alive still by all accounts but you weren't. Apparently an angel picked you up as well, by mistake. You had managed to negotiate to be allowed to spend the rest of your lifespan on earth instead of heaven. But it had taken a bit for the error to be noticed, so you couldn't be brought back in your own body. Instead you get your remaining years only in the body of a stranger. They were already sentenced, moved on, deserved it too, apparently.

You didn't expect to fall as the dragon rolled through the sky but you weren't mad as you had successfully managed to deter it from attacking the crops of the close farm land. Except you didn't land, magic caught you midair and sat you gently on your feet in front of him, he was beautiful and so unexpected that you didn't recognize him at first. It took a minute to place him as the king, for he didn't look royal for all that his presence was large.

You liked to travel between lands. You enjoyed seeing what every place you came across had a unique thing, the one you were currently in was all about chess. Black and white was a major theme in the royal family. It went like your journey always went, people were nice to you and you couldn't help but doing something in return. In this case it somehow ended in you pacifing the local dragons, no need for slaying and now you were here in the throne room. The King apparently insisted to reward you for your service, his arranged wife to be a step behind him and glaring at you. You could see it in her face that she hated your approach to the dragon problem, your apereance too probably, as you didn't have time to clean up before being dragged to the king.

You couldn't tell how exactly it came to This. Somehow, someone in your family had accumulated enough debt with the local mob that it became a problem and even worse they managed to get out of it by selling you of. Your friends tried to minimize it because the monster doesn't "seem so bad". So there was only one thing left you could do - you ran. You had picked up enough skills by helping out in the shops of your grandpa and his friends that you could easily pretend to be some rough handyman or gruff gardener. You even managed to get peace and quiet, until of course the next thing came to destroy your life.

There is lavender which helps to relax, Aloe Vera, behind your cottage are Apple and other fruit trees. You live a quiet life, far off from the hectic stress that characterized your life before. There is a terrible old willow tree on the border of your property, something off with it. You try to heal it, lift whatever sadness lingers. You are desperate for it. But it is peaceful, here surrounded by your flowers.

Every night, since she moved in this small house, at 1 am on the dot she wakes up from a creepy noise. Outside her window a deformed creature hold in a slender almost skeleton hand 2 roses. She sits in the bed terrified not move a muscel and her eyes are glued on the closed curtains where this shadow is visible through. This creature vanish by the first sunray. She never dared to rip the curtains open to see if it was just a cruel prank or something more

She danced arround in the sky and her bright light brought her a lot of attention. Some beings on different planets adored her, others use her to navigate through her life. She never knew about that and lived in Solitude in the Sky and her only companions are her protective Brothers who adored her. But deep down there is a unspoken desire for more, for someone who only belongs to her. Someone who would make her feel whole. While she danced arround to a melody only she can hear, she passed Earth and bend the space to take a look on the creatures who lived there.

The Horse prance through the Thicket of the Forrest. His muscels rippel under his white fur while his rider a girl Urges to hurry. Her hair Flys in the wind and so does her white medical dress. Hoofs thunder on the ground and not far away behind her is he. The dark knight on his black horse. His eyes determined his armor a silent warning. Het heart beats faster and faster as he comes closer and she feel the eminent danger, the fear. The moment he tries to grab her she awake all sweaty. Every month this dream is haunting her....

You are a squirrel and you have big plans. You see you observed that the humans who come into your forest, especially the ones with the shiny headwear and big, white horses, tend to talk to your neighbors, tend to spend at least a night, but they bring their own food. So your big plans. If they can spare the time to hunt for the wise owl they can spare a nut or two (or a bag or three) for you. You would make it easier for them to find your even. You are not even picky, once you brurried a shiny blue nut, that you couldn't eat, that came from a shiny headwear that humans are so fond of and that grew a tree, too. So it's not that much to ask that humans play for your help with something that you (or your friends) can eat after it's buried and grown into a tree. Really humans are the weird ones, for going so crazy over these hard blue nuts they call sapphires and not eat. You can even speak occasionally, there is a pond that let's you do that if you drink from it, so the stubborn humans have no excuse. Madam Goose once told you that you might communicate exclusively in rude words while speaking human, but that is a human issue. And to make sure that the humans notice you and pay for your help with nuts, Mr. Raven claims your plan is either a border toll or straight up highway robbery without explaining what that means, you have devised the me7ans to make them notice you. See, after observing them you noticed that humans enter your forest by certain trees, you approve of the is chose as oaks are nice trees to sleep in. So you lie in wait with your rocks. If one approaches without your nuts you throw your rocks at them until they notice you and deposit the nuts on the indicated area, which Madam Goose helped you make. The human that draws near is a really old one, you don't see many of them that have hair in their faces long enough to braid. Carefully you lift your rock and aim.

You are a goose and you have the biggest pond with the best fish around. In waterfowl terms you have it made. There is only one problem with your real-estate : it talkes and with the way Betty from down in the city keeps chattering that is not normal for ponds, nor a desireable quality in them. You agree for the most part, the constant mumbling is grating on your nerves, but on the other hand it keeps the humans away that keep eyeing you in the winter. Sometimes you can mumble like your pond too, if you drank the water, but only for a time and then you are back to your quacks. You rather not end up like that owl you heard about. So you have a great life, if one disregards your pond that informs humans that draw near that it will turn them into deer, hares and the like if they drink from it. Most humans look at the pond weirdly and then look at you as if you are even weirder for paddling in it. But honestly you don't know what the fuss is about, the fish sparkle nicely and you have always stopped making humans noises, so you don't see what the problem is for the humans. Until one day a pair of small humans comes to your pond. Your pond of course starts it spiel. Seriously why can't your pond shut up for once?

You know a few people, ordinary ones, that come into your magical forest for business like lumber and hunting. One of the is Joshua, you are not quite sure what he does, sometimes he picks what he calls 'herbs', sometimes he helps with the lumber, so you have come to the conclusion that even for humans he is weird. So as he stops before your tree and knocks on the wood you don't think it that out of the ordinary. "Excuse me, wise owl. Oh, this is so weird, if you are just an owl and I am wrong. Anyway could you, err, turn back if you can? I mean this conversation would be easier in human form right?" You tilt your head and hoot, but descend to a branch level with his head. Joshua helped your neighbor Mr. Squirrel once with his nuts so you owe it to him to at least hear him out. You fluff up your feathers and beginn to speak, making a production out of it, because humans can be weird about it if you don't. "Go on I am listening. Why have you disturbed my sleep?" The sun is high in the sky, so it is much to early for you.

Some forests are perfectly calm and serene, just like some people have all the luck with where they live. Unfortunately you are not one of these lucky people. Many years ago a wise wizard taught you, a freshly hatched Athenian owl the art of speach. You were thankful then, now however is a different story. Your forest has become somewhat of a hotspot for the supernatural, so much so that you had to flee more than once from people who believed you to be someone who was cursed. In your humble opinion being mistaken for human is a grave insult, the witch that lives down by the river even agrees. So unfortunately you have a reputation, which means that this princeling who absolutely insists at making making noises at you is not going to go away anytime soon.

The Aussie weather has been unforgiving for your people, and so you and the other Emus and Emu shifters have been forced onto the farms and steal a little something here and there. Except you were to many and it was noticed, so much so that the human now cornering you claims to be a general of the war against your people. Not like he is actually talking to you but the person at his side, after all to the eyes of everyone else you are still in Emu Form and no one expects political from an Emu, not like you could voice yours with Emu vocal cords at the moment anyway.

Magic is real for a part of the world at least. Most people know about shifters, the impressive ones, like wolf and lion shifters. Hardly anyone knows about shifters like you, you are not impressive and you learned to use that to your advantage. You are a hamster-shifter. Using your shift form to get you past security systems and the like, leading to a formidable reputation as an art thief. Currently you are in the middle of a job. You are here for the Heart of the Sea, jewelery exhibition, and are currently working on disarming the security on the name sake. Normally you would shift back and pocket the necklace, but suddenly the lights go on forcing you to stuff a pearl into a cheek pouch and make a break for it down the rough plaster of the exhibit and to your mouse sized hole in the masonry for get away. Your get away vehicle is already waiting but you wait in the hole, your curiosity is burning - you know that none knew you were coming, and that fleeing now might be more suspicious - and so you peek out of the hole. Necklace hidden behind you.