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On May 1st, 2009, nation leaders spoke together to reveal a truth to the world: the supernatural world is real. Vampires, werewolves, and more exist. They have been known to the government for a long time, and now they are coming out of the shadows - and they come with a message. They are not a threat. They mean no danger to humans. But there are other things out there that do.

The days that followed changed everything most people believed they knew about the world, about history, and most importantly, about themselves. Celebrities, politicians, the family down the street - they began revealing their true identities, and telling the world what they really were. Missing people that had been turned against their will came out of hiding, and orginizations popped up to reunite them with their families. The revealing of the supernatural was penned in the media as the Light of May, as society made room for the supernatural.

It wasn't easy. Many, human and supernatural alike, were terrified of what this would mean. Some wanted to keep the supernatural abominations down. Leading figures of both Democratic and Republican parties were revealed to be supernaturals themselves, and joined together to fight for civil rights for the supernatural. It is revealed that if the supernatural were wiped out, half of the entire world's population would be gone. Independent parties popped up through-out the country, opposing supernatural rights, and the fight goes on. But those aren't the only battles being fought.

Why did the Light of May happen? If the supernatural has always existed, why are they only making themselves known now? For centuries, those with supernatural blood have been hunted, held, and killed - all for the benefits of their blood to hunters, and vampires who don't want to play by the rules of etiquette. There was a time when the angels, and even the fae, fought to protect them. But the fae have been extinct for hundreds of years, and worse - the angels seem to have disappeared. There is nothing fighting the demons of the world at bay now. The human race is at risk, and they are not alone.

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The Light of May is an original supernatural game, taking place in a time when the world is adjusting to the world that has been hidden since the beginning of time. The game is set in Ann Arbor, Michigan, centered around a fictional township called Scarlet Oak. Characters of many races are up for play, as are those trusty humans. The Light of May will be focusing on characters adjustments and the eventual struggle against demons, hunters, and more.

The Light of May is for original characters only. Pre-existing fandom characters will not be allowed. Many wanted characters and storylines!

Ninemonth, fourteenth day, year 1173

Could I have stopped this? Was there any point in this madness that I could have stepped in and done something to change the course, or was this meant to be?

Could I have intervened, when my father was holing himself up in his study for days - weeks - at a time? Could I have changed things then? When I saw he and Danni were getting too close, would he have listened to me? Would it have changed things even then?

Should I have stepped in when I saw what Danni was after, and when I saw where my father's madness was leading him? When the mages began to disappear? When would have been a good time for me to do more than pray to the Elder gods?

I don't know that I could have done anything, but at least I could have tried.

My father is gone. He's been gone for nearly two years. I have read his notes, deciphering what I could, but it is enough. There are nine stones that can rift holes in the world. I suppose when you've gone insane it doesn't do to think small. Nine stones. Nine stones that could be anywhere, be in anyone's hands. I do not think Danni has any of them (or if he has them, he cannot use them).

So why do I start this journal now? Why not two years ago, when he first vanished, or two years before that when I realized he was working with magic more powerful than he had any right to be holding?

Because yesterday I was approached by a horse who could speak to me. I don't mean he flapped his lips and snorted ... I mean I heard him inside my head. His name is Carion, and he has a quest.

I suppose this is the way the Elder gods answer the prayers of the devout - or choose to rectify the mistakes of the mad. I won't pretend to understand, and a great deal of this baffles me, but Carion is to find the stones. He believes he has at least one human companion, and tomorrow we'll set out to find him. Or her, I suppose.

From what Carion has told me so far, the stones have been scattered. He can feel them pulling him in several different directions, some closer than others, some stronger than others. He believes they must be destroyed, and I am inclined to agree with that sentiment. However, until we find his human companion - he calls him the Chosen - then he will be unable to proceed.

After all, how many jewelers will sell to a horse? And how many horses can mine or reserve themselves a stall at an inn?

I do not know precisely what part I play in this. Carion seems to think that I shall be the brains of the operation as it were, the organizer. The one to utilize the connections we've built since the decree against Magic thrust us all underground. Oh, how do I get trapped into these things?

- Zain Allistair
Son of Alec