The Messengers of Doom

<p><b>When I asked for magic </b></p><p><b>this was not what I had in mind.</b></p><p>Getting to be a part of an intricate secret celestial society of gods nymphs demigods and everyone in between sounds great doesn’t it? A fully developed magical kingdom with mythology turned into real life magic powers archery swordplay mace-fighting talking animals strategy portals technology knowledge tons of eye candy explanation being a part of something so much bigger: everyone dreams of that.</p><p>But what most people don’t take into account? The casual murder attempts on a random Tuesday during a field trip the drunk woodpeckers the headstrong Governance & Administration not believing you to be competent enough to be a child of the god who claimed you the demons challenging you to dance battles the almost-dying three times a day the blood-curdling secrets you wish you could forget the nightmares the visions the owls that speak exclusively in out-of-date slang the bloodthirsty monsters the sleepless nights and the lack of certainty about whether you’ll see tomorrow’s dawn.</p><p>My name is Anusha Malhotra and things have gotten real messy real quick. If you thought the Hindu gods were simply mythology… well you were mythaken.</p>