[gremlin]

"Well, it could always be true. The tale could always be based off of the truth, though it's mostly just made up things to scare children and to keep people in their homes at night." Olivia wondered how many years it would take for her kind to become nothing but a legend. Eventually if they continued to be picked off one by one then there would be so little left that it would seem like they didn't exist anymore. Then stories would be made and passed down through generations, eventually people would laugh at them and say how silly it is that they could be true. It wasn't necessary a bad thing though, if Olivia managed to find somewhere to live where she wouldn't be bothered then she could live to see such days come. Then she could live a normal life amongst humans because they wouldn't even think that anyone could be a God or Goddess.

"Come on," she whispered to Sebastian and pulled on his reigns. "Don't worry, I will protect you." she added, Sebastian hesitated to move at first but then began to walk. She could tell that horse wanted nothing to do with the forest. Either because maybe the tales were true or because there could be other creatures that he didn't like. She hoped that they could travel through the forest quick enough to avoid any creatures.