Mistica Chronicles


Welcome to Issue 11
Created by The Mistic Pets Team

The Stars' Cold Eyes
Written By Ryuuko

The first thing that I can remember is the cold.

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Summer Fun!
Written By Zarabeythe

Summer is here, which means... more time for Mistic! It's also a time for vacations, time with family and just relaxing after a long courseload of school. Sometimes I wish I was back in school, but at least I can enjoy Wil's summer vacation. :p

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3 Reasons Why Aetrai Are Better Than You.
Written By Ryuuko

Aetra day has just recently come and gone. As the festivities come to an end, however, I can’t help but wonder; are people in it for the pets or the piñatas? Nothing gets everybody into a festive mood more than free stuff, and I can’t help but feel that people loved the goodies more than the actual Aetrai whom we were supposed to be celebrating.

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Origin of Daydreams
Written By Caustic

Pleasant things, daydreams. They’re a time to lose yourself in your own fantasies and let your imagination run wild. Dreams break the confines of the mind to journey to a place of pure and perfect beauty.

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Origin of Nightmares
Written By Caustic

The nightmare is familiar to us all; bloodshot eyes watching us from every shadowy corner, following us, just a few steps behind but always out of sight.

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See You on the Other Side
Written By Strange Traveler

Dear Journal:

As a world explorer, I like to think that I’ve seen it all. I’ve explored every single inch of Mistica’s surface, left no stone unturned and no forest unexplored; I’ve even sailed all over her sparkling blue oceans.

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Flying With the Clouds
Written By Malik

You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you this but my father could fly, as could his father before him. He wasn’t my real father, but he welcomed me into his house, loved me, nurtured me and cherished me as though we’d always been together. As though I were the best part of his life. He was my father and he could fly.

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