.:Rise:of:the:White:Wolf:.

.:Rise: of:the:White:Wolf:.
Intro

Long ago, the Eight Gods of the Elements grown bored with just creating random creatures, debating which creation was better, or and who was the strongest God was. After many years of discussing, the Gods decided to make a World of their own, where they would watch their creations grow, thrive, and where they will be worshipped.

The Fiery Passionate, Fahren, along with the Earth Mother, Gaiena, formed the molten earth that would serve as the basis and home of their creatures. With the Cold-Hearted, Saika's icy demeanor and Sirenus's free-spirited winds, cooled down the molten earth. Gaiena, also known as the Mother of Plants, brought forth the plants of the world.  The Water Giver, Neptunis made the oceans and rivers while the Quick-Tempered Thora made rain clouds, thunder, and lightning storms, both of them making it so that all life could replenish and continue as the world aged. Finally the Holy Light, Godith and the equally powerful Lord of Shadows, Zaries, created the laws and balances to keep the world together.  Godith proceeded to create the Sun, Moon and Stars to let light forever shine upon the world. While Zaries created the Night sky, and shadows, reminding the inhabitants that darkness is ever present, even in the light. After creating the world, the Gods all decided on a name of what they would name this astounding world they just created together, Aden.

A few hundred years after they created it, watching Aden grow and age, the Gods decided to give it creatures of life that could inhabit, take care of, and live as one with their world. Neptunis created the fish and sea creatures of the oceans and rivers. Sirenus and Thora created the birds and creatures of the Sky. Saika created creatures who could withstand the bitter cold of her territory. Fahren created creatures that could live in fire and could even withstand the hot molten earth. Gaiena created the creatures of the forest, plains, and mountains. Unfortunately Godith couldn't decide what to create, nor his brother Zaries. After many years, Godith finally decided he wanted to create beings that looked and acted like the other Gods and himself, each one with their own different personalities, and  each special in their own ways but unlike the Gods, could not live forever. So from Godith's light, he created Humans. The other God's praised his work, and wished they could have thought of something close to what Godith had. Zaries saw the fame, glory, and praise his brother's work was receiving from his other Brothers and Sisters, and he still had nothing to show. Anger and hate filled him and he said "You think that this is a creation worth anything! I'll show you all something only DEATH can appreciate!" He threw out his arms to the Earth, and darkness flowed onto the surface. So from the darkness of his anger and hatred came the Dark Ones.

The Gods watched as the Dark Ones sucked the life out the very living beings they created, just to feed their never ending hunger for souls. To counter-act his brother's horrible decision, he was going to create something that could kill the soul-stealing thieves, he then saw the Wolves in Gaiena's forest. The Holy Light asked her if he could use a few of them. The Great Mother happily and quickly agreed to her brother, wanting all this evil and death to end. Godith then took some of his Humans that hadn't fallen victim to the Dark Ones and then the wolves of Gaiena, turning their bodies and souls into light and mixed the lights together. When the Holy Light was done, he created Werewolves. To guard, protect, and defeat the first enemies of Aden. As soon as they were created the Werewolves fought back fiercely, tearing and shredding the hollow-lifeless shells of Darkness. There was just one problem.... As more innocent creatures, and plants died at the hands of the Dark Ones (expect the Werewolves), the creatures themselves became Dark Ones or similar to them, continuing and expanding their onslaught on Aden. In the end, the Werewolves were out-numbered. Just as Life on the very land they created was about to be swapped away, The Gods, even Zaries who finally saw through his anger, decided to choose a being, and a number of others who may control all their powers, protect the World, and their brethren. The first chose Eight beings to represent and up hold the order of the World, along with the Chosen Leader. Each Mage would become a Master of their chosen Element, have the attitude or characteristic of their God and a realm for them to govern and protect, would become Immortal. They chose a Werewolf Leader named Clawsren, to take the post of the Chosen Leader and could control all Eight Elements to conquer all enemies, and would become Immortal as well. The God's first infused their powers in their chosen Mages then Clawsren. The Were lost all the color of his hair and fur. All that was left was a white coat, and with all the Elements stirring in him and with his Will and Courage staring through his dark blue eyes. With these beings together, they created The Elemental League of Peace. Clawsren along with the League proceeded to attack the Dark Ones with the other Werewolves, and those willing to risk their lives. The Dark Ones numbers were cut from a monstrous hundred thousand, to a mere few hundred. After cornering them in The Realm of Shadow, Clawsren with the help of The Elemental League of Peace created a magnificent shield, composed of the true essence of the Elements they each controlled to trap, punish, and forever keep the Dark Ones out of Aden. Using what was left of their powers, the Gods returned the inhabitants that died at the hands of the Darks ones, back to life and heal the World. After using up the last bit of their strength, the Gods descended upon their separate Realms of the world they created, and went into a deep and eternal slumber. To protect their gods and worship them as they first wanted, the inhabitants build temples and shrines around their Gods, and may one day awaken anew.  For thousands of years there was Peace..........Until the Shield broke.....

While trapped, the Dark Ones evolved. They developed Knowledge and emotions, hatred being the most prominent. They developed and master the Darkness of their Realm. Using their now powerful and fearsome powers of Darkness, they broke the very shield that kept them out all these years. Viciously, they attacked the Werewolves and other Worldly inhabits of the land, and stopping the all the good they were giving to the land. The Dark Ones' Emperor, Thane, and his skilled Mages and Swordsmen defeated The White Werewolf and The Elemental League of Peace. As the White Wolf lay on his last dying breath, he shouts to Thane and his followers "Emperor of all that is truly Evil heed my words… this is not the end… not for the League nor me… The League shall live on… and I shall one day be reincarnated with enough power, skill, and allies to overthrow and end all the Evil of your kind…" He then burst into a white flame, distracting the Dark Ones while The League escaped, then his body simply faded away into the heavens above. The day Clawsren died, the Mages vanished and went into hiding, waiting and hoping that one day, Clawsren's foretelling to come true.... After the Fall of the White Wolf, the Dark Ones enslaved the Werewolves, while most of other races fled to the corners of the world, and the few that stayed were forced to live under the Dark Ones rule.

After two centuries of slavery, the Werewolves finally broke free from the soul-sucker's control and started a War against them, to make sure they are to never be enslaved again. Twenty years have passed since the War started. The Werewolves are losing very badly, their numbers only a few thousand strong, while the Dark Ones stand strong as ever. Their hope for the White Wolf's return now dwindling......

Now our story shifts to a little Galley named 'Silver Moon Inn' in the middle of the Realm of Light, our story begins.

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The moon shined full  through the silver leaved willows and upon the 'Silver Moon Inn', a medium sized cottage. Large weathered rocks making up the walls of the cottage and pathway while large wore Silver Willow logs made up the roof and nearby barn that towered over the Inn from the back. On the barn was the name of the Inn, painted in old cracking and peeling gold letters. Fifteen small round tables were scattered around the Inn, with two wooden stools. Only four people were in the dining and serving area. Two people in large black robes that sat in the way back of the Inn, keeping their voices low while a rather old looking man, with short cut hair that was brown mixed with gray and side burns that reached down all the way down his face. He was leaning on the table with his wore brown leather vest and white sleeves shirt touching the table, while he impatiently waited for his rum. Behind the counter as near the entrance of the Inn was a middle sized woman that looked like she was in her early thirties. Her face showing fatigue and slight irritation as she poured a sweet smelling rum from a large wooden pitcher into two medium sized stone mugs, her dirty blond hair in a weaved and braided in a pony tail that hung in the front of her left shoulder. She wore a large light brown apron that covered her old, dirtied tan dress that had several patches of different materials of cloth along her selves. She then slowly trotted over to the old looking man, and sat down his mug and then trotted again to her other costumers at the far end of the Inn, and laid down the other mug on their table. The robed person on the right put a two Silver coins into the women's tray and said
"Thank you for your service." The robed person said in a warm husky male voice, as he took the mug to his lips. "Yes thank you for your kindness ." the other robed person said in a gentle and light hearted feminine voice, and smiled at the women but only showing her warm smile.

"Anytime." She smiled back with the same warmth that she just received, then saw the old man hold up his mug, already done with rum, and quickly huffed. " If you need anything I'll be over yonder with my drunk of a brother." The woman rolled her soft blue eyes towards the old looking man, and walked over to her brother still holding up his mug. The woman snatched the mug from his rough scared hands and then refilled the mug. "Last one, you hear me Brian?!" she then swiftly stuffed his hand with the stone mug filled with rum again, and went back behind the counter to wash the dishes that were overloading with in the wash bin. She then hears clattering of hooves and looks outside to see a carriage full of dead-filled coffins. She sighed unhappily and picked the wash bin. "This War… we need to end it soon… or I'm afraid this world is doomed."

"Us end this? I'm sorry to say Jessica, but were losing. Our men are dying, and the sick are not doing any better, and it's been 20 years.... to keep fight would do us more harm than good." Brian said as he took a large gulp of his rum, and sat it down with a thud.

"Yes.....but what else are we to do? Go up to the Dark Ones and surrender with our tails between our legs? I don't think so!" Jessica yelled at your drunken brother as she scrubbed a few plates "I mean for Godith's sake, we can't quit! If we do, then everything will go back to the way it was! When we Were's we treated like dirt under our feet. Both you and me know exactly what it was like living in that Hell."

Brain only smirked, "You keep right on thinking that, you well know we are all doom."

Jessica's faced turned red with anger as she slammed the dishes onto the counter. "I'm warning you old man. Don't say that!"

"You know it's true!"

"No! It isn't!"

"The only thing that can save us is the White Wolf of legend." he sighed as finished his rum.

"That's just a Legend and you know it Brian. The White One is dead…. Being reborn is just impossible. Besides I've only seen a few wolves that were half white and another color. Also I know for a fact that the Gods made sure that there could only be one pure white Were, and that was the White One. " Jessica said smartly as she went back to wash the dishes.

"That's why I said it Jessica. It's impossible to win now....." Brian sighed as he leaned down and grabbed his large, carved walking stick that was lying flat on the wooden floor. He  turned to the side, away from the table, showing his grey trouser and only his right leg. Where his left leg should have been was a stump of what use to be his other leg. He put the stick under his left armpit and slowly got up from the stool, using his right leg and arm to push himself up.

"Brian! What did I just tell you-" Jessica started to yell as a scream rang from the far door at the back the small hallway behind the counter.

"MOM!" came a scared teenaged male voice from one of the back rooms behind the counter.  Jessica and Brain scurried to the door where the scream came from.

"Jaden?! What wrong?!" Jessica  said with concern in her voice, Brian right behind her on his standing on his cane.

"It happened......." moaned the boy behind the wooden door, which was locked.

"What happened?" Brian asked as he got close to the door to hear better.

"It happened Uncle Brian.......I shifted......." the shaky voice said as a whining voice followed.

"You shifted?! Into a wolf!? Finally?! Show us lad!" Uncle Brian glad what was happening.

"Yes my dear son, show us!" his mother squeaked cheerfully, eager to see her son in his wolf form.

"Okay..." there was a 'clank' sound then the door opened slowly open to show a young and small pure white wolf boy with dark blue eyes stared back at them in concern and fear.

"Oh my dear moon......How?" His Mother said as she cover her mouth and looked at her brother, who looked back at her, both confused and now shocked.