Mythical was an arctic волк who wore a blue feathered mask, a blue scarf, tail armor and a blue worn.

She walked past a логово, ден and the lights were on. That's odd? How can somebody be up this late in Jamaa? "Oh I've got a jam-a-gram," Myth chatted. She clicked on the letter and read it. "Hey i'm new in this game can Ты help me?" The волк looked through the window to see Myth. He smiled as if he really wanted her to help him.

She sighed and walked away into her den. He felt mad. "HEY COME BACK HERE Ты CAN'T RESIST MY HANDSOMENESS!" the волк screamed out loud. Myth ignored him and continued decorating her den.

The волк went in the Store and bought a pointy sword. He put it on his back. He knocked on Myth's door. "Wolf I know its Ты please go away," Myth said. Her логово, ден was locked so the волк busted in. Myth yelped in pain as the door fell on her.

Myth was fragile so she broke into pieces like glass falling on the ground. "Close enough," сказал(-а) the волк and he walked away pretending like this never happened. Myth was now a ghost. She flies every Хэллоуин of Jamaa Township. THE END