recent ventures By: Willow

Faith. In which all Loyalty lies. 

Hope. In all we hold dear.

Love. For nothing weilds greater strength.

These rules are centuries old, and trace back to when the Myth Spirits protected everything that breathed. Midnight Spirit sat next to the temples wall. He sighed. Dawn was approaching fast, and if the namer didn't name the new spirit soon, she would fade away. Suddenly, as if summoned, the namer padded out of her temple. Midnight jumped to his hooves and ran to her.

"Is she named?" he inquired

"Yes. You are now the proud father of White Veniver Spirit." 

Midnight stared. "White?" he stared in disbelief. White was the ultimate name, and only given to those whom weilded humongous amounts of power. 

"Yes. White. As your daughter shall outlive and out rank us all."