The Mythical Scrolls (number one)

This is gonna be to a looong series! Please comment below and give me criticism, but please do NOT edit the story. If you want your character in it, just tell me.

Written by Pikalil.

Chapter 1

Mythical stood at the end of the marching formation. He trembled and shook; the training today was jumping into a frozen lake. The general, Sir Gilbert, called for them to stop. Few of the army trainees smiled, knowing it was time for dinner, but they knew they wouldn't be able to eat. Mythical was one of the many who didn't smile, cold and shivering. His fur was wet and glossy. His moon-shaped necklace reflected the light of the moon. The snow glowed, and crunched under the weight of many animals.

Their spirits were low, many lost their lives in a recent battle with the phantoms. A weight, even heavier than on the snow, was carried on their backs. But the ones that did smile, tried to cheer up the others, even suffering the disappearance of their close friends. Finally, Sir Gilbert spoke out.

"I know our recent skirmish... was traumatizing for many of us. I lost a close friend as well," Sir Gilbert continued. The army members knew the close friend was the rabbit alpha, who only told Sir Gilbert his name. "I surely hope I don't offend you when I say this, but we need to stop moping and avenge their lost lives! And maybe... just finally bring peace to Jamaa. Unrest will be no more!"

Later that night, Mythical was outside of his tent, replaying the scenes of the battle in his mind. It was all such a blur to the light-pelted wolf. He was on the verge of remembering what cold-hearted thing killed so many spirited animals, but he heard talking coming from Sir Gilbert's tent.

He peeked inside of his tent, only a little bit, and saw the manifestation of perfection. Or so he believed. Mythical, as he would tell you back then, he would describe her as,"Just mythical. Beautiful, unreal." Later, Mythical would find out the gorgeously colored bird was named Mira.

"Sir Gilbert, I heard about what happened. There's IS a reason I came here. I know someone who can be the new bunny alpha. I want to ask you permission? I'm afraid you may think I'm replacing him.", the silky bird said. Her voice was smooth and charming.

Sir Gilbert was taken aback. "You know about... that already?! I'm sorry, I just didn't know it would travel so fast. The truth is, I know he would do anything for you, Mira. And I would too. You don't have to ask me permission! If it's for the good of Jamaa... I would accept the new alpha. Just like Cosmo. He's so good with healing our troops, and working on a life-giving remedy, asking the PLANTS for help! I just know your choice will be perfect, just like everybody else."

"Thank you, Gilbie. I'll tell you about her. She's an amazing artist and is quite feisty. She doesn't know about her destiny yet. She's little, but I can show you her."

"You can? Where is she?"

Mira spread her wings, giving off a colorful display which Mythical would've described as godlike, as he didn't know about the mythology of Jamaa, coming from the Southern Isles. Underneath her wings was a purple bunny.

"She looks truly promising.", Sir Gilbert stared, inspecting the bunny.

"Yes, but she will take some time to grow. Do you want to raise her, Gilbie? I know, certainly, that you will be an amazing guardian."

"Yes, Mira. Anything for the good of Jamaa."

"I must take my leave now, Gilbie. I will have Valnetina and her fleet of eagles send you more supplies. Good bye." Mira walked out of the tent and saw Mythical, who quickly fell back when she did.

"Do you need any help, Mythical Superspirit?", she asked, her voice sweet, as if everything was going to be okay. Mythical felt soothed.

"Uhm, y-yes. T-hank you.", Mythical said, blushing, as she took his hand, and helped him off the ground. "I-I, just want to say you're.. b-beautiful."

"Ahh, I thank you as well. I have a gift for you...", Mira calmly said, her voice flowing. She plucked a feather from her body, but not just any feather, a feather with every color, in fact it was a spectrum.

"Ee!", Mythical took the feather, barely fainting. "I think I should get more r-rest. Will I s-see y-you a-again?"

"Believe me Mythical... you will." And with that Mira flew off in the sky, leaving a trail of aurora behind her.

Chapter 2