Whispers of the Wolves

Two sets of four life long friends grow up in a seemingly normal life, until one day, things catch fire without a match, things move without being picked up, they can hear things miles away, and they see things that are never meant to be seen. Then one day a mysterious stranger comes telling them that they are destine to save the world that they grew up in, and the world that they belong to; one where the animals talk, mountians get up and move, and magic is everywhere. Given a quest to find the hidden Shifters, they go on a quest of a lifetime, learning more about themselves and the meaning of family as they battle dark demons, old wizards and witches gone bad, and their own mental challenges and friend ship challenges too.


11. Chapter 7 - Taeron and the Dark Fire

"We do not so much need the help from our friends,

as the confidence of their help in need." - Epicurus

     Taeron sat in his study while chaos rushed by him.  It wasn't easy to manage all the Supernaturals in this war against the darkness.  Especially without WhiteFang by his side.  She was the comet unleasher, and she had been in charge of everything until she ran off with the other Shifters.  Something about that girl with Baldwin today had startled him.  She looked exactly like WhiteFang, the only thing was, her Aura told him that she was completely human.  Maybe this was WhiteFang reborn into a human spirit?  No, WhiteFang couldn't die unless she wanted to, and he knew she was still out there.  Both of them were connected in a way where they would know if each other were dead.  Why did she leave when the war was upon them?  Why hadn't she seen that they needed help?  Why hadn't she come?  They needed her.  

     A student of the Elementals ran in.  His uniform told him that he was of the boarder patrol and was in his 3rd year of training.  It also told him that he was a runner or information.

     "Master Taeron?  There's a problem at the Eastern boarder."  Getting up from his desk, Taeron followed the young boy out of his study.  
     "The boarder flamed up, and it looked like a dark fire.  None of us can put it out."  A dark fire couldn't be out  unless 5 elementals worked together with all 5 different elements to put it out.  Dark Fire was rare and only the generals and supreme leaders of the Dark Army could produce it.  Sighing, Taeron responded.

     "Alright, hold onto me, we'll teleport."  Whooshing to the boarder, he saw the dark flames licking at the boarder.  It had already devoured a good portion on the outside of the magical border and was now slowly destroying the border.  There were already 5 elementals trying to put it out, but it seemed to already be growing wilder and wilder.  The elementals seemed to be feeding the fire, not putting it out.  Throwing a surge of his own magic to the fire, it evaporated into nothing.  Trying many more spells after that, it only got stronger.  This kind of Dark Fire, would only be produced by the Dark Lord herself.  But why would she risk it?  Unless...no that was impossible.  Taeron thought of this impossible probability.  They would need a miracle to put this fire out.  Calling all the elementals off, he let the fire rage.

     Looking upon the fire that was bound to destroy his home, he thought to WhiteFang if she could even hear him.

     'WhiteFang, we need your help.  We are going to be destroyed.  We need you, or we will all die."  

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