There are many stories in this world, some new, some old. Many are ingrained into the public consciousness, others you have to dig to find.

From the supernatural stories of vampires and werewolves that stalk the night, to the Bogeyman and the Monster under the Bed and the Big Bad wolf.

From stories of outlaws in woods to winter spirits to the gods of old. Mankind has always had a thirst for the unknown and make believe.

Tales of heroes battling the odds against monsters the size of skyscrapers or as large as the ocean is deep.

There are other tales; tales of those just trying to survive in this strange and marvellous world of ours. Those with powers are not always the heroes of legend, but they could be considered heroes in their own right.

There are of course heroes with no powers, which in many ways make them more heroic, but sometimes a storyteller wants that hint of the extraordinary.

For it is nature for us to imagine things greater than ourselves.

Such stories are never truly happy, as stories rarely are, but the objective of these stories to find that happy ending. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but rest assured that either way it is the storyteller's intention.

But what if I were to tell you that the stories were real?

They've been chopped and changed, parts gained and parts lost to the depths of time, but the fact remains.

These characters are real.

How many are real? Who knows, but I can tell you this, the stories you've been told from childhood. Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy, The Sandman, Jack Frost and the Bogeyman. Those are definitely real.

They were people, people with families and friends, but when they ascended to the titles they hold now, what happened to those families?

They carry their legacy.

They are the Descendants, and this is the story of one of their newest to realise their heritage.

Because, if you though that the Guardians were the only ones fighting.

Think again.