First story

Our story starts out as just an idea, like any other story, except this idea was a, particularly good one. The idea was to create a new race of people not any more or less powerful than the already existing one, just different. Different in such a way that the mind of many sculpts the world. Not in a mental sense like the existing one can do, but in a physical and tangible way. As the new, and eager race emerged and took their first foot steps something was already created. Out of necessity the new race created magic (no, not illusions actual magic). Things formed, food appeared, cooked and ready to eat, and pets transpired from nothingness. Thus the new race was able to evolve and grow; imagination was pushed on the new generation. There were almost no problems until and small few used the magic in an evil light. They lurked in the shadows waiting to prey upon the un-corrupted many. The idea of hardcore drugs, and hustling was created. This evil idea spread like wild fire, and the new race’s evil side came to surface and into the world. It spread like no other disease, and infected the entire population. All seemed lost for this new race and soon the idea would be eradicated, but a single tree caught on fire. Someone witnessed it, and before the hour ran out everyone knew of this perplexing anomaly. Surprisingly enough no one knew why, so they studied and studied because they could not fathom how it happened if they did not imagine it. Until someone discovered lightning and they harnessed electricity and went the concept went in all different directions. They made light bulbs and televisions, and the internet. They came together for the good of many and the evil had shed off from their thoughts. Just then a shooting star passed them and they could make a wish and after seeing what magic could do they deemed it too powerful and wished it away. Soon magic became a memory then a legend soon after a myth and sadly enough eventually just a story.