The ring had such a power, that if a wolf that wasn't me or that didn't have a pure heart touched it, they'd die. That was why I kept my ring so safe. I'll tell you about the urban legend now.
Thousands of years ago, my great great grandfather, named Cobalt, found this ring in the town of Brunswick. The town's alpha was named Brunswick, and he had declared that the ring was his, and swore to it.
Turns out, Cobalt, his pack, and Brunswick and his pack started fighting. The war raged on for eight, long, hard years, until Cobalt and Brunswick met in an alley and fought to the death, which Cobalt won.
He took the ring in his paw and had shown it to his pack. They all had cheered and howled. When Cobalt died, he gave the ring to his son, who gave the ring to his son, basically sons kept coming, until I was born, and I was given the ring in my first life. I had given it to Flame, but now was my time to use it.
The power of the ring is also this: The ring gives power to the pure of heart that holds it, and the power is anything the holder or wearer chooses. Soon, I knew, I'd have to use that power.
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Reborn
Science FictionMy name is Sora. I died at age 104. When I went to heaven, I was given a choice- to be related to myself, have the same name as myself and be my daughters daughter. I chose this. I was sent into the world. Into my mansion. It was mine in both lives...
