In a modern world filled with magic and species other then humans, Omysha was just a mother trying to live her life while taking care of her 12 year old daughter, Sasha. Omysha sighed as she walked through the busy, city streets. Harpy’s flew overhead delivering mail and werewolves worked as officers outside of important buildings. Omysha walked with Sasha into a nice caffe and sat down to rest, they’d been walking all day and Sasha was tired. They both waited for a waiter.