It was summer within the arctic, as some in the kingdom experienced that some snow within their grounds melted, causing a small flood. Every citizen within the kingdom was worried, as they felt that they weren't in the same reality they were in, the air was different from the reality they were taken away from. "Look, up there, what is that!?!?," one of the civilians exclaimed. Some looked up, until all looked up where one pointed. What they seemed to watch was a sort of spire that was floating above, far away, with the bottom of the spire scraping the atmosphere. Some were concerned, some whispered it seemed to be a signal of a different god entering towards their land, others seemed to think it attempted to annihilate the world they lived in, but nobody knew its real purpose. The oldest brother that guarded the kingdom was sent away, in a different world within the same reality everyone else was in. He woke up, in a realm which seemed to be of fire and molten. He would see a burning sky, with furious volcanoes erupting, strange molten creatures walking around, not hostile to him, yet at least. The younger sister seemed to be trapped between realities with a sort of fox hybrid that seemed to be the sister of someone else. The youngest of the siblings was streaking through space, unaware of his situation, unaware of where his allies and family were taken, and unaware of where he would be streaking towards. All he knew was he would meet a fox that would do what they could to protect the wolf.
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The Cold Wolf
FantasyA teenage wolf who was taken in by two moon guardians finds himself in a journey to find who he truly is and what he needs to do in order to leave the pain that was contained with him, though it was never to keep going for him until he found what he...
