.:Rise:of:the:White:Wolf:.

"... Calm down. Maybe you can help him train in the art of dark magic? Having knowledge in different fields of magic, as well as combat could prove overly useful." Mage said calmly. Parma perched herself onto Nightshade's head.

 

NightShade frowned and swatted Parma away. Glaring at Mage, she shook her head. "And WHY should I HELP that brat?! I was willing to at my OWN gain."

 

Parma perched herself on Mage's head, glaring at Nightshade. "First of all, let me tell you, that no one is to hurt dear Parma." She growled. "And second, if everyone here is willing to survive, we have to work as one."

 

NightShade thought for a moment. ".....Fine then. But don't expect me to be all happy with the rest of you!"

 

"Don't hurt Parma, and we'll be on equal terms." Mage growled.

 

"She's a ruddy BIRD." NightShade frowned. "Fine. But only if she LEAVE ME ALONE!"

 

Jordan was watching all this happened before, and was completely silent.

"You know as well as I do it would be a bad idea for him to stay with you." The White Wolf said to the vampiress.

"Hmm.....this option I may consider, but why don't you tell them what happened when we last encountered eachother? Or do you want me to? And trust me, mine will be much more hate-filled then yours." The White Wolf smirked at what he said.

 

NightShade glared at the White wolf. "Yes. As you MUST remember, last time you were the most powerful threat to us, I was the one who got rid of that threat."

 

Mage looked to the White Wolf, then to Nightshade, growling. "She's more then a bird to me. We're all we have."

 

"Well that wouldn't have happened if you would have stayed where you were, and left our lands alone!" he shouted , then paused to calm himself. "You must be proud of yourself for that then, but as you know now, I found a loop-hole." The White Wolf looked at Jordan with gazing eyes of calmness.

Jordan stared back. What does he mean by loop-hole?

"My friends at the end of the tunnel shall answer all your questions, and maybe more. I need to rest now, being in this ghost-like form takes a great amount of engery from me." He stared at them all. "Fair well....Until next time." He disappeared in a Sliver light then it to vanished.

Jordan felt his heart ease and almost of all the pain gone. He got up and started walking towards the end of the tunnel. I want answers......Actually I want ALL the answers to my questions! The boy then started to run towards the end of the tunnel.

 

Mage followed, going ahead of Jordan. "Hey kid, Parma here says to take it easy from now on. A grudge is age-old with him... Its easy to get lost."

 

Thane placed one hand on the ground and when he lifted it there was a pitchblack hand print. However, this only lasted a moment as it began to spread like a disease until the ground all arround the scene of the crime was darkened. This was the mark of Thane. He left the ground black as a form of a signature and by this point in the war it was one that everyone knew.

With the goal he had set out with he had failed but Thane's mind allready raced with a new one. He would leave the rest of wolf clan here alive. If he had heard of the white wolf's residence here then surely the rest of the clan would know, seeing the burt house and the mark of Thane there was one obvious conclusion, The wolf was dead. From there the news would likely spread like wildfire and in the end the entire world of them would lose hope as thier savior would have been killed twice. And if the wolf were to show up again news would reach his ears within the day,

Thane began moving back to his fortress. He hadn't needed to use his magic much lately and it drained him. He needed blood. He might have to stop for a snack on the way back but before long he would back on his chair with his blood wine, preparing for the next encounter.

 

Waiting at the end of the tunnel, two figures stood side by side. There sillouetes hidden by their cloaks.

"So, you've finally come, white wolf." the taller one stated, His crimson eyes burning through Jordan's soul.
"Glad we could make your aquaintance so soon."

 

"Hello there, this is Jordan, he is the reincarnation of the White Wolf. I am Mage, and this is Parma." Mage spoke softly. Parma bowed her head in greeting.

 

The one next to the Crimson man, in the Golden Cloak lefted her hood. Revealing her face and Golden eyes, that looked like they could light up anyone's day. "Yes we know exactly who he is Darling," The women went next to Mage and petted Parma "And such a precious little bird. She really adores you." She then looked at Mage for a second, then said "Oh such pain you've been through......And yet you can't remember a thing. Maybe it's for the better." She then looked at Jordan with wandering eyes. "Oh....how you look like him when he was your age...."

"Excuse me?" Jordan asked confused alittle at the women speaking.

"It is nothing now come, we must get going before they come." She grabbed Jordan's hand and started to walk towards the Silver river.

"What do you mean by they? Do you mean Vampires?" he asked.

"No. We'll both explain everything when we get to our safe spot." She said nicely still walking.

 

NightShade frowned in disgust and turned into a bat. Flying ahead, she landed on Jordan's shoulder. "Just because i'll sit on you, doesn't mean I like you or what i'm doing."

 

"I can't... What? How do you know about that family!?" Mage growled. Parma looked to Mage after petted. Mage calmed down, looking back to the crimson man. "Now who would you be?"

 

"Fine, besides nothging else matters till I get the answers I need." Jordan answered as they came upon a little camp site by the Silver River, which glittered in the Moon light.

"You mean your family? I tell you once my friend comes back with fire wood." She smiled as got a blanket for all of them to sit on.

 

".... I had to run away from them, they were dying..." Mage never wavered her emotional expression. Parma looked to the crimson man, tilting her head to the side, staring at him.

 

The woman's cloacked companion locked eyes with her's, embers gazing into pure crystals. He pushed his arm forward against his crimson robes. Reaching into the opening, the man produced a small piece of flint. Gripping the stone in his hand, he revealed his left arm sporting a plate of steel strapped to the forearm below the wrist. He placed the flint to the metal and let out a mighty strike spewing sparks upon the ground. In a loud crack and roar, the earth burned and the air was scorched and charred into orange flame.

"We have no need for such things as wood to burn, Lina. I am more than proficient enough in my element to keep our guests warm in absence of such things."