“You owe me one, Oobleck."Glynda Goodwitch thought as she stood in front of the the green blur’s guest lecture at one of the many Beacon-supported start-up schools. Bartholomew had some questionable intel about “intelligent” Grimm and had been searching for the elusive pack for almost two months. She had been forced into covering for him until he got back. Luckily, they were able to make changes with the order of the speakers without causing to many rumors of the doctor’s death to circulate. Once the students got settled into the musky auditorium she approached the microphone.
“Legends,” she began “stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite found of recounting the exploits of heros and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants ,by-products, of a forgotten past. Man, born from dust, was strong, wise and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creat