The blazing blue falcon flew out from the mine. Barely escaped the explosion that echoed out from the centre. It flew triumphantly up and out, past the remaining council members and into the sky. It began to circle the entire kingdom, the Wulven and Draconian. It remained in the sky, unchanging from it's path.
When the blue moon came to rest in the centre of the sky, everyone could notice that it seemed sad. Despite the fact that the council had yet to release the news, a sickening sadness cloaked the entire kingdoms. The falcon released a series of sad shrieks and howls before flying upward, directly towards the moon before shattering.
The pieces of the falcon then spread and began to seek out the amulets. All those that the army and guards wore. Even one which had been made but never given. The blue feathers pierced the centre of the amulet and released the final blessing. His final blessing.
From then on, nothing was ever the same.
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I was born the day the Wulven Lord died. The very night, we had all risen. We had all been given life. We had all been given a mission. From him. Each of us was already bonded to one being, but now we could heal any wound inflicted and could bless our wielders with his ice.
My birth was the saddest. I had been trapped in a locked drawer in his study. I had been in there for two days before his little girl had found me. The moment she had lifted me out, I flew upwards and began seeking her. The one I had been hand made for. Uniquely designed for her.
When I flew through the wooden door, the smaller council was shocked. She more so when I beelined straight for her. The biggest shock of all was when I began the first sync sequence.
"Wielder identified... Luna, Queen of Wolves... Ruler of the Wulven Kingdom... Sister of Stephen... start up message... rewritten... custom message received... fail safe.... Sister... if you are hearing this message then it had happened. I was killed in the mine. Though I try not to show it, I am truly worried. The voice I keep on hearing is getting worse. It has revealed its location. We will be going to look at it tomorrow. I am sorry but I do not trust it. So I have custom built this amulet for you. I have integrated as much as my knowledge into it so that it can be your shoulder... I will forever be watching over you and if I am alive... I will find you... end recording." At first I spoke before his voice played on record.
During the loud talking and arguing, I could feel her sadness. I felt her tears roll over my body.
"For the might of the kingdom, and... and in the remem- remembrance of my brother, the pack is mine to command." She whimpered as I slowly spread across her body. The alabaster moon steel and frozen blue highlights complemented her.
"Come on," She choked, "we have a ceremony to plan and a war to win." She ordered before making her way towards the door.
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The Son of Artemis and Fenrir
FantasyThe Fallen leaves tell a tale, They tell the tale of how a boy would rise and become a Legend He does not know his birthright She lost her home He does not know his prophecy She lost her family He does not know his true parents She lost her bod...
