NZ

There is a peculiar bistro, with an equally peculiar owner, that has been around for ages. No one know who he is, where he came from or even what his purpose is. All they know is his name is Ari, no last name. What is peculiar about this little shop is that its a place all creatures, whether of light or of dark, co-exist. Its a safe haven away from all drama of the Mystic world. Its a neutral zone. Despite them viewing him as weak little dud, his customers all respected him, which was a huge feat to accomplish in a world that valued strength and bloodline over everything. But trouble is brewing in the shadows, threatening to ruin the peace Ari worked hard to achieve. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the story. The cover art isn't mine, I found it on google, I just edited it a bit to fit. Credits to the original owner. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, just tell me in the comments or something, I always check them, and I will. This is my first story so there will definitely be mistakes, I ask you to please bear with me. As time goes on, I will improve. So I ask for and appreciate constructive criticism, where you feel is needed.