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Mythology is a strange thing. To some people, it can be a gateway into another world where their imaginations can roam free. To others, mythology is a toy, something that can be manipulated, played with or twisted beyond belief. The latter is how Amerald Laraan thought of mythology. That was the dawn of Amerald.

In a world much like our own called Levintol, lived a young boy named Amerald. His curiosities often got the best of him. Oftentimes known for getting into trouble when he was younger. He never meant to do the things he did; it was just done out of pure curiosity. He never knew why people found him strange, but they did.

He grew up, graduated secondary school in Aerr's Science District and went off into college. Once there he worked with alchemy and science, like most did, loving the different aspects that created the many medicines of their day and finding the answers to questions he had been having since he was just a babe. He also went into many history classes, more for fun than for the degree. He loved learning about all the different lands and people that made up the world in which he lived.

Amerald then took many, many different classes dealing with mythology and the creation of myths. He found so many different fascinating creatures that he wished were real, but sadly, weren't. Although he took many mythology classes, he never strayed from his once loved subject, science. He kept doing both histories and sciences until he came to a sudden stop in his life. His mind wanted these creatures so badly that he would stop at nothing to create one. He had learned of gene splicing in his science classes and he took that to an extreme.

He purchased a little house with a basement which he found perfect for his future experiments within the Town of Nuan. After months of preparation and research, he finally realized that it only took a few steps and he could create life to one of his favorite myths of Levintol, the harpy. He decided that instead of making them how they were in the myths of his time, he would create his own version, one that was majestic and beautiful, one that didn't steal or make life hard, but instead, one that could be like a child to him. All he would need is the feather of a bird and the DNA of a human.

He searched and searched for the perfect specimen for his creation. He wanted his first experiment to be with a dove's feather, for he found them to be beautiful birds, small, shy, and just the epitome of life. Finally, he found one, plucked one single feather and let it fly. When he returned home, he pulled a few of his own white hairs and began to work. Using his knowledge of gene splicing, he began the process. Over the next day, he had a new DNA strand, one that was his own spliced with some of the DNA from the white dove. Using some of his own home-made growth serum, he placed a few drops onto this new strand of DNA, which then replicated itself over and over.

He then left the basement, and returned a day later to find that the product of this experiment was fantastic. A little girl strewn across his table, in a deep slumber. He was amazed at this. He couldn't believe that his ideas had actually worked and he had created life. She was perfect too, she had pale blue skin, long white-like hair, feathers sprouting from her head and ears as long as those of the elves in fairy tales. She was majestic, just like he wanted. He called this experiment a "Hraapea" which was his own wording that meant, "pretty harpy". He then named this experiment Amelia, or Mia for short. Using yet another serum of his own creation, he shot her with a few milligrams of it, waking her up within fifteen minutes. He had created life.

Amerald then realized that this was a breakthrough in science. He didn't want it to become known for the new laws that restricted non-humans to leave Levintol or be executed, but then again, he was not sure what to do. He allowed the little girl to grow under his care and strict supervision. Yet Amerald was not satisfied. He had to test the experiment again, only this time he decided to use a different feather. That of a blackbird. He tried the procedure again exactly as he did the first time, and it worked, this time though, she looked quite different. This girl had horns like a ram. He hadn't known what was wrong. Maybe he spliced the genes wrong or something caused this DNA strand to replicate differently. When she awoke from her slumber after the shot was again injected into her, he named her Annabelle or Anna for short.

Amerald couldn't get enough. He needed more. He felt like a god for being able to create life. If the story had existed in his world, he would have looked at the life of Dr. Frankenstein and felt nothing for the man, for he gave up and ran away. Amerald would not turn out to be like that, he would stay and love his creations.

Years have passed, Amelia and Annabelle are now fully grown. He has decided to take these Hraapea experiments to the next level. It was now time to venture out, make his secret more known, and take the DNA of other humans for his experiments. He and his two daughters would work together toward this new goal, to continue what he started. When would he stop? Nobody knows.