"Go! The gates are collapsing. You must take them now." The queen yells as the gate walls crumble.
Sylvia takes the small baby boy from the Queen's hands. She looks at the Queen in quiet sorrow and then disappears into the Portal of Nations.
Next comes Nuada. He gently cradles the baby girl in his hand, bowing to the Queen and now arriving blood-stained King before disappearing into the Portal of Nations.
"What's going on out there?" The Queen asks, grasping her husband's hand.
He shakes his head, a tear cascading down his cheek, "I am sorry, my Queen. The gates of Aycelan have fallen."
The last of the gates give away and the army of Dyleguar advances on the King and Queen.
The rest of the army of Aycelan are slain on the battlefield, littering the air with the smell of defeat.
"Brother, I never thought I would able to overcome the army of Aycelan, but it seems as though I was mistaken," Lucius, the brother of the king, says riding in on a black ghost-like horse.
"Take them to the prison house, under the castle of Aycelan," Lucius yells, pointing to the King and Queen. An Orc lifts the late rulers up, haphazardly swinging them over his shoulders.
"Now, we should immediately rid Aycelan of it's filthy name and put Dyleguar in it's place. We have fought our way in, and now it is ours. Celebrate, my friends, because there is much to be done. Good day," Lucius walks off in the direction of the old rulers, his brother Ayron and his brother's wife Caeair.
Once upon a time, a beautiful baby was born. She was the daughter of the most powerful and respected Alpha there was on the country. There was a prophecy of this baby, apart from being the heir of the pack; she was also the one wolf that would united two packs, to create a kingdom, to be just like before. She was going to become the Queen of all werewolves, and her mate, was going to be the King. They knew that she was the one, because of the mark on her left shoulder, a small red wolf paw, it looked like a mole, but everyone in the werewolf world knew what it meant.
Her reddish hair, framed her beautiful white face, making her green eyes pop out more. She was the perfect gift from the Moon Goddess, and both the Alpha and the Luna knew it, and that was the reason as to why they held a party for when she was born. Everyone from the pack was due to spend a whole week celebrating the birth of the new heir. There was going to be no job, the only ones working would be the patrols, but then everyone was free to celebrate.
Most people thought that because of that the tragedy came, other differ, saying that it wasn't their fault, like who was going to think someone was every going to try to wrong the most feared pack, the Red Moon Pack.
"Alpha!" The warrior shouted through both the link and his voice. "Alpha!"
"What?" Alpha frowned. "What's wrong Mark?"
"The baby." He exhaled. "The guards around the room and the hallway are all dead-"
"Where is the baby?" The Alpha whispered calling his wife.
"Gone." The guard replied. "The baby is gone, and I can't find her scent."