The sound of teeth gnashing and claws tearing flesh echoed under the outcropping. Wolves were still fighting below and Alpha Larin knew it. He wished for peace among the polar opposite tribes but Tervana only wanted war. The sound began to fade as Larin walked off to call the council of his tribe. On his way he reminisced of times where the Arian and Earthling tribes were at peace. Before wicked winds cut down entire families of Earthlings, and before earthquakes ravaged the Arian plateau. He sighed and looked down at his tribe of wolves.
“Servano, Lanai, Shire, Gustie, and I suppose Fluenn are all coming with me to Mytheela.”
His voice came out more exhausted and worried sounding then he had hoped, especially when he mentioned Fluenn. He had a great fear that the little spellbynding she-wolf was defective, she had never spoken a word since her birth. He shook it off as he saw his group approaching.
They left at once toward the center of the small continent wary they were crossing Earthling territory. Suddenly, a tremor shook the ground and a sharp rock spiked from the ground and nearly stabbed Larin’s eye. His sister, high delta Lanai, snarled and whipped her head to the side. Alpha Tervana and her own council approached. Larin took a hesitant step toward her.
“Must you cross our land, Arians?”
Her growl rose from deep within her throat.
“Tonight is the truce between tribes, and do you suggest any other way I should go?”
The Arian Alpha snarled back flashing his shining white teeth. The five Terra Elementals growled and stalked off, holding their tails high like prissy cats. Larin and his council padded the rest of the way to the territory in silence, until they saw a distant glow. The air elemental’s pawsteps picked up speed until they saw the massive sliver of clear agate, Mytheela.
Alpha Larin immediately rushed toward his good friend, the Oceanic Tribe Alpha, Sarka. She looked incredibly sickly as if she might fall over dead any second.
“Sarka, are you ill?”
He asked with an edge in his voice. His dark-eyed gaze flicked over to her Beta, Allion.
“I am afraid this will be my last Spellbynd Truce Larin, I am dying and it is inevitable.”
The sleek she-wolf replied with a heavy rasp cloaking her once powerful voice. Larin shook his head and was about to protest to her hopelessness, when he saw Alpha Sagest the fire elemental leap into the clearing with a little spark of flame at his paws. He tensed at the sight of the Vulcans, facts swirling through his brain of the danger and ultimate power that surrounded that tribe.
“That Saegest comes thundering in as if he is our overlord, hasn’t he learned that fire is no match to water?”
Sarka grumbled under her breath. Larin nudged her
“We must get along this one night it is very important for our new Spellbynders, and now everyone's here, shall we begin?”
Each Alpha introduced themselves in front of Mytheela in the ceremonial order: Saegest of the Vulcan’s, Larin of the Arian’s, Sarka of the Oceanic’s, and Tervana of the Earthling’s. The stone glowed, the Arian Alpha expected to see the lythe gold-and-white winged projection of Erlion the creator of light bynd, and the muscled black-and-silver likeness of Rymera the creator of dark bynd. Instead only one towering figure slowly came into view. Confused yips sounded from the new spellbynders as well as the other wolves. In Front of Larin appeared the mysterious projection of Scythen the only Aurora wolf in history. His colorful markings made him stand out brightly against the dark swirling background of the stone.
Shocked murmurs arose from all the wolves, and Scythen hushed them all with a soft thump of his tail.
“You are all facing a horrific fate, Rymera and Erlion have been released from their prisons, and they are searching for a Spellbynding war that will surely kill every wolf on Prynn, it could take many many seasons for them to find each other, but when they do you will all die.”
He said calmly watching as the shock of the surrounding tribe councils turned to horror. He thumped his tail again and everyone looked up.
“In the midst of your senseless battles you have been blind to this impending doom, but lucky for you wolves, I have prophecy. It is your choice to follow it, or not.”
Larin listened intently, to him any hope of ending the war was a beautiful thing, no matter the stakes. Scythen seemed to grow closer and he parted his jaws to speak.
“By the Vulcan’s Flames, and the Terra’s ‘Lings. To the Arian’s Names, and the Water’s Springs. Four little Spellbynders will rise with might. Two from the Dark, and Two from the Light. Only these pups will save you from certain plight.”
Alpha Larin backed away from the stone and turned toward the group where all the Spellbynders were intermingling. All the other wolves had done the same.
“How do we know which ones are the four?”
One wolf asked.
“Well he said pups but that hardly narrows it down.”
Another murmured. From behind Larin, Scythen cleared his throat
“Send the Prophecy Pups here at the next New Moon to train, you may not see them for many seasons.”
He said softly and with that Mytheela went dark, leaving the wolves and their scattered thoughts alone in the clearing.
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Spellbynders: Arco's Love
خيال (فانتازيا)On the strange continent of Prynn, lay four tribes of elemental wolves. Each tribe is looked over by the elements of light and dark bynd, Erlion and Rymera. Each tribe had been coexisting peacefully, until war broke out amoung two pairs of tribes. W...
