The Great Wolves

The Great Wolves

The wolf neared the clearing unaware that there was another presence. The only hint was the snap of a twig. Small creatures shuffled in the undergrowth.

Some peeked out of burrows and dens. They all knew of the prophecy. It proclaimed that the Great War raging between the DarkLord and the LightMaker would come down to this great battle. The winner would forever care for and own the powerhouse of this world and many others.

The silver wolf paused to sniff the air. The black wolfs reeking odor blew down the hill into the trees. It hissed.

The silver wolf stayed still. He was scared. His father had lived and died at the right hand of the LightMaker and had taught him in his young years that "no matter how small you may feel or seem, the LightMaker will always provide strength sufficient for the task." He had spent years after his fathers death, roaming the earth, which was cold and caught in the frozen, iron grip of the DarkLord.

He hesitated to continue in the epic battle, as he turned to give up in defeat, he felt his fathers presence in his mind. He felt the love, compassion and pure thoughts fill him. The silver wolf smiled, knowing that his father would be there for him, as was the LightMaker. He was no longer afraid. He moved nearer the clearing.

The silver wolf scanned his surroundings until he spotted a black shadow moving towards him.

With a roar they both broke out of the tree line thundering towards each other. The ground rumbled with their massive weight. The two great wolves clashed together as the sky darkened with clouds.

The slowly fading moon shone upon the silver wolf. As his fur bristled in anger, he appeared to glow with power. This rage was fueled by knowing that this battle would either free or condemn all others in this world.

The black wolf flashed his canines. Showing he had not an ounce of fear towards the silver wolf.

They slowly circled each other with deep growls caught in their throats. The black wolf with the flashing white teeth was the first to strike. He could think of no better honor than feeling warm blood rushing through his mouth as he ripped his opponents throat out.

The silver wolf chuckled at the black wolfs head-first instinct while nimbly dodging the attack.

Still grinning mischeviously, the silver wolf returned the attack, but instead of running on instinct, he strategized.

He faked a left run and deeply gashed the black wolfs shoulder.

The black wolf, angered with the fact that he had been ignorant enough to allow it, began to push away his pride. He realized the silver wolf had the LightMaker working strong inside of him. He began to beg the DarkLord for battle knowledge. The DarkLord was too busy snarling up at the LightMaker who he couldn't touch.

After hours of fierce combat, the black wolf began to weaken. Slivers of the full moon shined down upon the earth, creating an eerie glow across the cold desolate land.

The silver wolf took one final leap and took the great black wolf down.

The black wolf struggled fiercely, striving to escape from the silver wolfs steel jaws.

He could feel the power flowing through the silver wolfs body and instantly knew that his and his DarkLords reign of terror across the desolate, dead land was slowly but clearly coming to a violent end.

The DarkLord began to gasp and shake as he felt his dark and dangerous powers being sucked away. The light maker collected it, turning all the black mist and condemned souls back into white light. The LightMakers power was ever-growing. But instead of using it to give the silver wolf an unfair advantage, the LightMaker used it to nurse the black, dead world back into health. The silver wolf had to end this on his own terms. As long as his heart remained truthful and pure.

The silver wolf quickly ended the fight. Instead of reveling in the bloody scene, the silver wolf howled his respect and mourned for a lost brother. After all, he was only a simple wolf, such as himself, that fell victim of a trap of lust and desires set by the DarkLord.

The silver wolf could feel his dad smiling proudly down on him.

The DarkLords mortal skin and bones turned to a black dust and fluttered like snow to the earth.

The black wolfs spirit, now a grey color, soundlessly drifted to the sky. His soul was a grey instead of a pure black such as his former lord because he had been born pure. He too was a follower of the LightMaker. Once captured by the DarkLord, he was forced to do his bidding wether he wanted to or not. So while resisting with all of his strenght, he was able to salvage a bit of his soul. It floated up to the LightMaker and awaited judgement. The LightMaker saw the he was deeply horrified and regretted every minute under the rule of the DarkLord. Seeing this, the LightMaker spared him.

The clouds cleared and the bright moon-light shifted down and throughout the valley. The silver wolf proudly marched away. The frightened animals came out of hiding and began to rustle around through the leaves and plants. The white and black world began to melt away. Green grew all around and the world filled with warmth and light.

As the silver wolf bounded away, he left a shining path of stunning flowers and growth. He leaped into the sky, disappearing into the starry night. Joining his father, the two raced away, leading a pack of translucent starry shapes throughout the night sky.

Though he was accepted, the former black wolf would still have to prove his worth. He stayed near the back of the pack, but still reveled in the happiness and light as stars filled the sky.

They let out beautiful, mournful howls as they raced the lengths of the atmosphere. The world was saved and clean of any evil creatures. They could live in safety and happiness. They ran and ran until they reached the edge of the earth, then they traveled beyond. Gracing all with their honorable, noble presence.