In a secret temple, a priestess chanted, unperturbed by the earsplitting noises of the incessant lightning outside her abode as she sang the spell in old Hebrew. The ritual was complete when she placed the drop of crimson blood on the tip of her tongue and gulped it down with her eyes closed.
"Heed my prophecy, my little ones. From today on, you shall walk on the path of greatness that will make you the rulers of this world. Here, drink this to your heart's content and unleash the power that is bestowed upon you."
She cut her two wrists and filled the bowl to the brim with her blood by cutting her wrists. The lightning noises could be heard even louder than before at this time.
The children obliged and drank the drink one by one. But the macabre of the night was increased even further when the children started shape-shifting. One turned into a vampire, while the other changed into a werewolf. There was a witch among the children now. And being turned into a chimera and an elf were the fates of the other two.
But the sixth child remained human...
What was his destiny to be in the world of Wild Game Magic?