Mythics don't exist... or at least that's what I believed. But things are not always as they might appear. A town cut off from the rest of the world, set in their superstitions, blind to things that have been going on around them. What could I do? I'm the black sheep of the town, and I didn't even believe in their stupid superstition. Yet I kept seeing her. The woman, was she watching me? Did she plan all this? Or was it all just a horrific accident that allowed everything to unfold as it did. The Night of Death. That is what they decided to call it... But those of us who lived through it... We understand just how appropriate that name was... Mythic is a Y/A Dark Fantasy that shares Themes with Thriller and Mystery stories.