I'll admit it, I arrived late in the game when it comes to the Sims 3. When I first got into the game, Showtime had already been out for about a month, so Supernatural is my first expansion pack received on release. In honor of the new expansion pack, I'm going to write a short story for it. Enjoy.

-Tando

Supernatural

Prologue

A young boy stepped out of his house, a quaint cottage in the middle of a small town. The boy, short, sporting a sweater vest and glasses, walked out into the backyard. There, after scanning around his neighborhood, took out a peculiar wooden stick. He tapped it a few times before white sparkles began coming out from it's tip. He waved his wand a few times just to see the pretty sparkles shine in the sunlight.

"Hey, man-witch. Playing with your wand again?" a muscular, menacing looking boy mockingly asked.

The boy quickly slipped his wand into his pocket, but the bully pulled it out.

"This is so stupid. And you're so stupid, that makes you two a good match." the bully teased, tossing the wand into the boy's face as he continued. "You know what, I'm going to tell everyone you're a witch, so then nobody'll like you. Then you'll have to move away, and everyone'll be glad that you're finally gone.".

The boy stared angrily at him, his fist clenching his wand. He looked down at his wand. Was it really such a bad thing to be a wizard? It seemed pretty cool to him, but nobody else in town was one, so maybe, maybe it wasn't as cool as he thought.

"You know man-witch, when they find out you're a witch, they tie you up, and burn you till you die." the bully taunted.

The boy felt tears welling up in his eyes, and he knew he'd had enough. He raised his wand, and pointed it right at the bully.

"You burn." he whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up.

Out of his wand, a bolt of fire shot out and singed the bully. The bully writhed in flames and ran off into the neighborhood, screaming. The boy fell to the grass. Now everyone was going to know he was a witch. His entire family would have to move, maybe somewhere far away. He curled up into a little ball and began to cry. As he cried, a small blue sprite flew towards him. The sprite spun around and became a little fairy girl. Only then, did the boy look up and notice her, he blue eyes matching her sparkly blue wings.

"Are you alright?" she asked, and extended a hand towards him.

Chapter 1

Hello, my name is Chris Holton. I just moved to Moonlight Falls, SimNation. And I have a confession to make. I'm a witch. Yes, not a wizard, witch. Back home the bullies would call me "man-witch", which is not meant to be taken as a compliment. See, I come from a town that's very, conservative. So if you're a Supernatural like me, you'd have to keep it to yourself. I mean, it was easier for me, I don't have sparkly wings like my wife. My wife, Lucinda Holton, is a fairy. She and I married back at our old town. We had so much trouble finding a wedding gown that wouldn't show off her wings, and the one we did find cost an arm and a leg. But hey, the things you do for love right? So Lucinda and I have just arrived at our plot, of land. Lucinda wanted a completely fresh start, and that includes a brand new house. She's doing all the designing and decorating, I don't think I could

When we were looking for a new town to move into, we needed a town that would be accepting of Supernaturals, and when we found out that Moonlight Falls was built up by Supernaturals, we figured that this town would be more accepting.

"Honey, I'm finished with the house." Lucinda called.

"Alright, let's have a look then shall we?" I replied.

We entered the house. Lucinda had decided to go for a more modern look than most of the old fashioned cottages around the town. The walls were a deep red with a beige lining. The floor was a mixture of beige, black, and white stone. The kitchen had expensive black marble counters and a high-quality stove and fridge. Plus an expensive coffee-maker, since she knows I love coffee. She also got us a flat-screen TV and a red velvet couch. To the side, there was a glass dining table, with velvet chairs, and a fancy laptop with an equally fancy desk.

"Isn't this all a bit expensive?" I asked her.

"It's alright, honey. I've already got a job." She informed me.

"What is it?" I asked, curious.

"Well, I love gardening, so I decided to get a job in the Science Career." She told me.

Back in our old town, Supernaturals weren't allowed to pursue a Career, so we usually became self-employed alchemists, gardeners, or writers.

"That's wonderful dear!" I told her.

"Yes, it's a big step up, isn't it? Now come on, I'll show you the rest of the house." She said, pulling my arm.

Our first issue of the newspaper arrived a little later. I met the little girl who delivered our newspaper. You could tell in her eyes, she was a Werewolf! Her eyes were an abnormal gold, and her hair was unruly.

"Are you new here?" she asked.

"Yes, we just moved here." I told her.

"Oh, ok. What's your name?" she asked.

"Chris Holton." I told her.

"Oh, that's nice." I smiled.

She smiled back and left. I think I'm going to like it here. I brought the newspaper inside, sat down on the couch, and started reading. I noticed in the paper, an advertisement for a self-employed alchemist. Maybe I could be an alchemist here too, I thought to myself as I flipped through the paper. Amongst the local horse racing results, I saw that there was also a job opening as a ballot counter at the town's City Hall. Maybe instead of going the traditional path, I could try something new, and be a politician. But, nobody from my family has ever held a Career before, and what skills did I have in being a politician? I was pondering this when Lucinda came in. But, even if this town was built up by Supernaturals, who knows how many people here are actually Supernaturals? Maybe I should just play it safe and become self-employed, but what would I be accomplishing? I looked at the two adds, and tore one out of the paper.

Quick Question: What do you guys think? I'm trying to go with something less mechanic driven and more human than The Green PlumbBob.