Mythical was an arctic بھیڑیا who wore a blue feathered mask, a blue scarf, tail armor and a blue worn.

She walked past a ماند, خلوت خانہ and the lights were on. That's odd? How can somebody be up this late in Jamaa? "Oh I've got a jam-a-gram," Myth chatted. She clicked on the letter and read it. "Hey i'm new in this game can آپ help me?" The بھیڑیا looked through the window to see Myth. He smiled as if he really wanted her to help him.

She sighed and walked away into her den. He felt mad. "HEY COME BACK HERE آپ CAN'T RESIST MY HANDSOMENESS!" the بھیڑیا screamed out loud. Myth ignored him and continued decorating her den.

The بھیڑیا went in the Store and bought a pointy sword. He put it on his back. He knocked on Myth's door. "Wolf I know its آپ please go away," Myth said. Her ماند, خلوت خانہ was locked so the بھیڑیا busted in. Myth yelped in pain as the door fell on her.

Myth was fragile so she broke into pieces like glass falling on the ground. "Close enough," کہا the بھیڑیا and he walked away pretending like this never happened. Myth was now a ghost. She flies every Halloween of Jamaa Township. THE END