<span style="color: #FF0000">In 1949 Albert Einstein said "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." None of ever thought it would truly be possible, but that was before they had been discovered. The night world beings, everything our parents had told us was fake growing up, they didn't exist. They were wrong. Humans had discovered witches around 1020 AD and they were something that as time went on, we could handle. Disbelief was our best friend, they claimed they were witches, they held no power no true danger to us, we thought we were safe. That wasn't the case, only some were safe but it took us longer to learn about the others. The Vampyres that haunted the city streets the shifters hiding right under our noses, the hawk on the line, the tiger at the wild life park. The new dog next door, or the once in a blue moon wolf pack that showed up only to vanish into thin air. Everything from Angels and Demons to vampyres and warlocks, sirens and fey. They all truly exist.<br/><br/>It was thirty years since the world leaders had pressed their big buttons. Thirty years since the governments had, had enough. The mortal world had learned the truth, that there was a world that existed right along side theirs and it didn't just go bump in the night. For centuries the night world had influenced that of the human world. Through politicians and government leaders clear down to parts as small as gangs and mobs. When one country tried to accept them another tried to destroy them and the united nations declared a clean sweep.<br/><br/>As debates and arguments went on buttons were pushed out of anger, fear, and spite. Billions of lives taken, and that was World War four. Solders had only died with civilians never having to see the face of their enemy. Some people survived healthily and lucky. Some survived only to pass from the poisoning from radiation and filth in the water.<br/><br/>Thirty years later the world is slowly rebuilding itself, trees have begun reclaiming the land and the water systems have become once again healthy for the creatures. the supernatural world has come to out number the human race causing fear to spread like wild fire not only for the humans but for those who feed from the human race as well. How will the human race survive without going extinct because of those that hunt them. How will the supernatural beings survive when the largest part of their diet had nearly been annihilated by itself?<br/><br/>The world is now a great forest with very few villages made from remains found and overgrown by trees, in some places it is dry and barren for miles where each ground zero had been. The weather has once again leveled out over the years, the spring rains are hard, the summers roasting anyone in the plains alive and the winters able to freeze anyone unprepared for them.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Chessa was panting as she ran in her human form. It was easier in the daylight to go about unnoticed if she looked like a human, sure the other supes could smell her but what did she care? She'd roast them if they challenged her. Running through the lower level of the forest she was happy to see that Gaia had grown strong and warm again. When she was a hatchling it had been cold more often than not. Pausing beneath a large Ash tree she wiped the sweat from her brow and brushed a loose strand of strawberry blond hair back into place. "Lilian is gonna kill me if I'm gone much longer." She mumbled setting off again.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8080BF">Cole sat in the shadow of an overgrown building he had found the shelter barely a week ago. The small settlement that the others had started had been found and destroyed by the monsters. Everything he had been told used to be a  myth or legend that the adults had been foolish enough to dismiss without thought. He worked on sharpening the branch he had been using as a walking stick. He had been waiting, wondering if the monsters that had come that night would follow him and end him as they had the others. Images of that night drove an icy spike through the core of his spine as he sat his work aside and leaned back against the slowly crumbling wall.  </span>