Since the beginning of time the creatures of magic have been awed, wanted, and hunted down. Religions fade and fall. Fears grow and abate. The beings of this world change, grow, and they adapt.
Adaptations can only go so far. Sooner or later the mystical beings are going to be found. The hunts will start again. Will they stand their ground? Or will they again turn to the dark night and find a new way to hide?