The Legend Of The White Wolf.
By: zoeeee
Prologue:
Once long ago there was a shifter that could change into any animal it wanted. The main animal it shifted into was a wolf; to make this shifter even more powerful and rare it was pure white something that had never been seen before. Many had tired to mate her for selfish reasons. It had never worked though. The thing that only some people knew was that she already had a mate, just as powerful and rare as her but instead of him being pure white he was pure black. Two polar opposites that fit together perfectly, or so everyone thought. What started as a fine sunny mourning, turned into a dreadful grey afternoon. The white lion was confused; she stepped outside to see her mate standing on the hills with an army behind him. She was yelling commands, warnings all at the same time, while trying to get an army together. Everything was set this would be the one moment they would find the truth, good or evil. Everyone went head on, fighting all around except for two shifters, the black and white wolves. The two mates stared at each other, within a blink of the eye they were fighting. Everything stopped around them to see the scene that could change lives, to the left, to the right, hit and swing. The white wolf fell to the ground unable to move, she looked up into his eyes pleading, and he just bit down into her neck. She swore with her last breath that vengeance would be upon him. Everything was crazy, shifters running away, shifters celebrating, but the black lion took one look at his dead mate and walked into the other direction of his village. The elders had watched the whole scene and knew the a darkness ages would be coming, so they made prophecy hoping one day the land could be re-united again, it goes along the lines of this:
Her fur pure White,
Her voice as if an angels singing,
Grace as soft as a swan,
Her eyes as blue as the ocean,
Her heart so pure it will overtake the darkness and re-unite the land one again.
I closed the book I had just been reading and looked down at my sleeping granddaughter Allison and hoped that the prophecy one day will come true, not just for her sake but for everyone.
