Capítulo 1: Answer the calling
[8:00 PM ]
The night skies are clear and the winds blew calmly but the tribe of winged lycans do not sleep, they ready their spears and magic for the incoming attack.
[7:30 PM]
A human courier ran through the woods, in search for a certain village, he falls down a log and grunts "Where is that place?!" He picked himself together and up along with his letters and sprinted again "Why the hell did I pick this job especially at this time!" He said to himself out loud but then stopped. He heard growling all around him and he went completely motionless and frozen in place "Who's there?" He whispered under his breath while having both hands hold onto his leather strap that is wrapped around his body and hanging in his shoulder; the strap of a bag.
A spark appeared in the air before the courier and a flame ignited mid-air, other flames appeared on from small distances beside the other flame and then the other, until everything became more visible with the invisibility dying. The walls became visible, the flames are held by Lycans in torches and of course more Lycans stood beside each other armed with steel spears, hatchets and other weapons that they could muster. Approaching the courier: A white haired lycan with golden markings around his body with a patterned great sword around him pulling the blade out of its sheathe and aiming the tip to the courier's neck "Are you the human courier the oracle told us about?" Upon closer inspection the lycan's appearance: there are plenty of spots where signs of battle scars could be seen that separated hair from its area.
The courier gulped as he approaches unknown waters, a new environment of non humans appearing to be intimidating even without their weapons then thought of their actions "Right I'll do just that!" should he delay further the possibility of him being executed on the spot dawned to him and so he pulls out the sealed scroll and read the scroll's contents "The house of Ward will launch an attack in this village" He then stopped and closed the scroll handing it to the leader of the tribe and he immediately ran away screaming in the distance.
A sigh would escape his mouth as he turned around and walked deeper into the camps "Gather everyone into the war table this is an emergency!" He roared and commanded the other lycans and they all nodded and scattered heading for the houses and knocking on the door. He squints his eyes upon the flames that lit the nearby war table, sweat appeared in his forehead and slowly made its way through his hair until it fell to the dirt beneath, he felt fear as the war chief of the tribe knowing that they were far from prepared in this battle; Their defeat is surely inevitable should the Highborn house of Ward attack them.
The citizens of the tribe awoke and gathered to the war table, be it a man, woman or a child: This became a matter for all to hear though a certain male found it weird this male is one of the Lycans who at the same time is the son of the war chief; To describe his appearance: The boy is around 2 years of age but has the body of a 12 year old teenager thanks to his genes, he has silver white hair and sea blue eyes with little to no facial hair. The boy asked his father the question stuck in his mind "Father why gather everyone here in the war table? Shouldn't they be soldiers only?" He said out loud and murmurs among the crowds grew because of the question.
The war chief closes his eyes and crosses his arms, this meant that everyone has to be silent because the matter is just that serious and when finally everything had silenced he spoke: "House Ward found us" He places both hands into the table which had the map in it.
The crowds had their eyes widen and gasped and panic rose among them "The vampires found us again?! But I thought they wouldn't be able to find us here! So why!" These words often repeated among the panicking crowds.
The War chief slammed both his hands at the table "Get yourselves together this is no time for panic!" He then grunted and lets go of his irritation with a sigh now pointing to the map "Our home is mountain side, plenty of rivers and waterfalls support our village but that also means we are trapped" That fact is the source of their panic for months to a whole year they have been running away from House Ward: A house of Highborn vampires chasing after the lycans they so despise. "Sadly there won't be a way for us to escape, we will buy time for our descendants to escape by the many rivers, some of them will die and be hunted but I am positive that they will secure our future" The crowds murmured once more and they each nodded "Gather your children we will give all of Taal'kabesh's blessing to them" To the wolves Taal'kabesh is the God of the Air and is the divine that has given them their wings to dominate the skies.
[7:50 PM]
Twenty minutes pass and they all gather to the tribe Oracle and War chief handing their children to them and the oracle would approach each child "The lord bestows upon you the her blessing and might so that you may each survive" The oracle inscribes runes into each child's forehead.
The War chief then pulls his son to a secluded area "Dad whats wrong? I have to prepare for the battle is it really that urgent?" He pulled his arm away and they stood just behind one of the huts
The War chief sighed and then turned to him "Aron Snow my son" he held Aron by the cheeks and had a very sad appearance "The Oracle told me that everyone else won't survive no matter what you do, and neither will the children" The War chief coughed again and again "My health isn't doing good as well so I'll die here, don't feel bad about this"
Aron smiles and laughs as tears fall down his eyes "You'll die in this battle right? well thats fine with me because I know that we're all gonna secure the future of our people" He held his father's hand.
The War chief shook his head and his palms glowed "I anoint you as the new head priest of Taal'kabesh" The golden patterns in his lycan body disappeared and transferred to Aron and then he lowered his hand.
Aron was very confused but this clearly meant something "Father what are you doing this for?! Don't pass it down to someone who is about to die!" He exclaimed without yelling too loud
The War chief then shook his head "My son you will not die this night, The lord bestows upon you the her blessing and might so that you may each survive" The blessing of the divine Taal'kabesh is given to Aron and his Lycan body changes and morphs to that of a human, cursing him so that he may never show his werewolf form again "Accept this exile, take your sister Kaiya with you and run to the east rivers though it may be far the oracle told me that you two will survive"
Aron's eyes widens as he realizes what was gonna happen "Your gonna use the rest of the children as bait?! Thats. . Unthinkable thats horrendous!" He yelled though no one else heard because everyone else had gathered to the gates.
The War chief then raises his voice "So what if it is?! I can guarantee the future of our race with your hands" He takes out his runed short sword and hands it to him "Take this weapon with you and protect your sister with your life, now go!"
Aron's eyes filled and overflowed with tears, he closes his eyes and grit his teeth and ran for his sister Kaiya and wrapped her in a cloth and ran to the eastern exit of the village "You must Answer the call!" The telepathic voice of the father sounded in his head and he runs off to the wilderness.
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