Mythical was an arctic lobo who wore a blue feathered mask, a blue scarf, tail armor and a blue worn.

She walked past a guarida, den and the lights were on. That's odd? How can somebody be up this late in Jamaa? "Oh I've got a jam-a-gram," Myth chatted. She clicked on the letter and read it. "Hey i'm new in this game can tu help me?" The lobo looked through the window to see Myth. He smiled as if he really wanted her to help him.

She sighed and walked away into her den. He felt mad. "HEY COME BACK HERE tu CAN'T RESIST MY HANDSOMENESS!" the lobo screamed out loud. Myth ignored him and continued decorating her den.

The lobo went in the Store and bought a pointy sword. He put it on his back. He knocked on Myth's door. "Wolf I know its tu please go away," Myth said. Her guarida, den was locked so the lobo busted in. Myth yelped in pain as the door fell on her.

Myth was fragile so she broke into pieces like glass falling on the ground. "Close enough," dicho the lobo and he walked away pretending like this never happened. Myth was now a ghost. She flies every halloween of Jamaa Township. THE END