The War of Balance.

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Its been years after the event known as the Orion's Crest Island Massacre. I was alone, living in the Himalayan Mountains. The Master has decided to let me stay on earth until I was ready for another shift in what I want to do with my, time. It wasn't what I expected, becoming a Creator. I used to be just a teenager, living in a nation that was about the rights of man. But as I can see, I don't really know what they are about anymore. It was the year of 2020, I don't remember which month, but I'm pretty sure I could have checked.

So I walked around the mountain home, living inside the mountain wasn't that bad. I'm still not out of my old human habits yet either. Then a flash had happened.

I was in a forest, fog was everywhere, as dense as smog in an industrial wasteland. I heard noises all around me, animals people all screaming out in pain. As if something was tearing them apart. It felt as if the screaming went on for almost thirty minutes. I had my head tucked down between my legs, and my ears covered by my hands. Then there was silence. I looked up, and I was surrounded by wolves. They weren't growling, they weren't whimpering in fear. They stood there, just staring at me.

Two wolves walked forward, a white wolf and a pitch black wolf. These weren't just any regular wolves though. They had a feel to them. As if one was old and one was new. It felt like myself, but I was unsure. Unless if this was a message. In the blink of an eye though, almost all of the wolves were dead, except for two. The pitch black wolf had its teeth against the throat of the white wolf. The dead wolves around us were bloodied and almost completely torn to shreds.

I stared at the two wolves, the pitch black wolf was definitely familiar. Then I remembered, Catherine had the same feel about her when I saw her at the SBSSU. It wasn't just the exact same familiarity. There was a man that I remember as well who looked at me threateningly before when I saw the fight between Henry and Yurik. But why was this happening.

I looked into the white wolf's eyes. They were filled with fear and sorrow. "Wolfkrone" the white wolf spoke. It seemed as if on instinct, the pitch black wolf chomped down on the white wolf's throat, and yanked up, killing it instantly. I saw the blood splatter, and felt it land on my face. My knees dropped to the ground, and then the pitch black wolf charged at me. And then there was nothing.

My eyes suddenly awoke, as I was lying on the ground. I jolted to sit up, and looked around. I heard a noise in the living room area suddenly right afterwords. I teleported to the room, standing only to see the Master sitting on my couch. "Well Master, what brings you here" I questioned to the mushroom man. He looked around at my living room, "This place needs to be cleaned, son. Its got trash everywhere." That was not the answer I was looking for, but he did have a point, it wasn't as clean as it usually was. So I looked at him directly, "Master, I am off on my break still right? Because it hasn't even been a full decade yet."

"I am not here to speak to you about your break, I am here to tell you there is a dark presence lurking around Earth, and it is not the devil any more. The warrior Grey Urbis took care of that a while back, but still, it is a new power, turning demons into something more. It may have a grip on someone you may know as well" the Master explained to me. As I listened, I couldn't tell on what he meant completely. Then I remembered, "Would it have anything to do with a pitch black wolf and the name Wolfkrone?"

The Master closed his eyes for a minute, I could feel his energies surge as he had tried to look for this entity. "I believe so. Wolfkrone is a dark and dangerous werewolf. I wouldn't doubt if he was pulling this handy work at all. He murdered his whole wolfpack basically, but there was one who survived, just barely anyways. He is also a skilled Dark mage and warrior as well, combining his sword play with dark magic when the time is needed, but he lives all the way over in the forests of Syberia. Why do you need to know about him" the mushroom man questioned towards the end of his explanation.

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