A World Of Oblivion

"Wow." Rama breathed out with eyes widened in a mixture of both admiration and awe as her gaze narrowed to the courtyard teeming with the magical creatures.

"They are the last kinds of the forest spirit guardians." Aurora muttered with a rather glum countenance.

"But spirit guardians are supposed to be in the forest, why are they here?" Rama queried as she reluctantly tore her gaze from the courtyard.

"They were being captured by the humans as pets and killed by the dark witches. In a world where the knowledge of magical, unprotected creatures like this is known to all, they tend to take advantage and disaster happens." Aurora said.

Although it had been only a few hours since she knew the Silver head, it was the first time she saw a look of displeasure on her face as a faint frown appeared.