The Golden Dragon: Rise of The Winged Wolves

Chapter 10

Thousands of years ago

Two large white-winged wolves were flapping their wings as they flew in the sky. One was a male and one was a female.

The male winged wolf was named Monty and he had eyes the color of darkness. He was a smart, brave, and fast winged wolf.

The female winged wolf was named Krisha and her eyes were pink. They sparkled in the sunlight and Monty thought Krisha had the most beautiful eyes in the world. Monty knew that Krisha was the only winged wolf in all of Scalanore that had the most beautiful eyes.

Krisha was a strong, smart and beautiful winged wolf. She remembered when she had met Monty for the first time. That was the best day of her entire life. Krisha would always remember that whenever she looked at Monty.

Monty looked up at the bright, yellow sun that shone in the bright, blue sky. Shortly after, he turned his head and found Krisha smiling at him.

You really are the most beautiful winged wolf in all of Scalanore, Monty told Krisha, with a smile on his face.

Thats really sweet of you, Krisha told Monty, as her face blushed.

Krisha thought about Monty and the wonderful times they had together. Monty always made her smile. Even when Krisha was really sad, Monty always found a way to cheer her up, turning her frown into a smile.

Monty and Krisha flew and flew until they had spotted a tall, large mountain. They flew towards the mountain and landed on it.

Monty and Krisha were old winged wolves and knew they didnt have much time left. They wanted their last moments on Scalanore to be memorable and never forget each other.

Winged wolves did live for thousands of years. However, Monty and Krisha had lived longer than most winged wolves had lived in their whole lifetime. They had lived over a hundred thousand years.

Krisha was pregnant and would give birth at any moment. Soon enough, she had given birth to a wolf pup. He had blue eyes and white fur.

The wolf pup was so cute and adorable. Monty and Krisha wished they could spend more time with their son. They didnt even name him yet. And they were both worried that they would never get the chance to name their son.

Monty and Krisha had died before they got the chance to name their son. They both lied down on the mountain facing each other.

The white wolf didnt know that his parents were dead and thought they were sleeping. He decided to wait for them to wake up. He sat on the mountain, waiting for Monty and Krisha to wake up.

Hours passed by and Monty and Krisha hadnt woken up. The sky grew dark and the crystal moon shone brightly in the night sky. Bright white stars shined in the sky too.

If things werent bad enough, they were going to get worse. Dark black clouds filled the sky and rumbled. Soon enough, rain started pouring. Raindrops fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Lots of rain poured down. The white wolf watched as lots of raindrops fell from the sky and landed on the ground. He was soaking wet and his parents had not woken up. He assumed that Monty and Krisha were dead.

The white wolf cried that night, wishing his parents were alive. Tears formed under his cute small eyes and trickled down his face. He had never been so sad in his entire life. He didnt know what to do now.

Lucky for that white wolf, a large black female winged wolf who had eyes the color of dust, was flying in the sky, flapping her wings. Her name was Cinder. She had spotted a baby white wolf and wondered why he was crying on a mountain.