idea of what was happening. Then, a bright red lightning bolt shot from the mist, and into Scarabar, knocking him into the wall with an execive force. Scarabar fell to the ground, almost killing him. "The match is Over!," yelled a wolf on the ledge. "The winner is Olan! Olan is now the leader of the hunting group in our pack. Scarabar was unable to stand up. "The lightning bolt must have stunned my body. How did he do that? That fagot." Scarabar said to himself. All of the wolves came running toward Olan cheering his name. Now this, i can live with. "Clear the way!" yelled Orson. Once the wolves moved out of Orson's way, Orson walked up to Olan. "Now, i must say, that was the most amazing thing i have ever seen Olan, how did you do that thing with the red lightning? That was purely amazing, Olan. You will be a great leader for our hunting group. With that kind of power, who knows how strong our pack will be. I feel a little sad for Scarabar. He has never lost a match. We need to get you healed. You are severly injured." Orson finished his long statement. "Orson.... It is ...... ok. but i can heal my self." said Olan. Olan put his paws on his belly, and said, "Huno Runsa Mona." Just as before, the greenish, light red waves came out, and into his belly, completely healing it. Then he used it to heal the rest of his wounds. "Unbeleivable... How do you do that?" asked Orson. "It is simple magic. Painfull when healing though." "Well, what other kinds of magic do you know?" asked Olan. "Well, all that you saw today, that's all." Orson looked over at Scarabar. "Someone get Scarabar to the healing spring as soon as possible!" demanded Orson. Tons of wolves instantly came to tend to Scarabar. Once Scarabar was out of sight, Orson and Olan began talking about the wolf pack and the pack's hunting group. "Now, Olan, the hunting is a bit, um, how should i put this, they can be very mean to their leader, or anyone in the group. So be carefull. The hunting group is over by the Forest of Lights." "Why is it called The Forest of Lights?" asked Olan. "Oh, because it is the most romantic, and beautiful place in the world. It is a very good place to fall in love with another. I know that for sure. But i don't want to go into it. Something bad happened there. Now go meet the hunting group. The forest is on the other side of the arena." Orson left in a rush. Olan went looking for this forest. The Forest of Lights, not the name i would have chosen. Man, i hope this group isn't like the one back home. Were they picked on me and pushed me around. Besides, i am the new group leader. If they pick on me, i will show them not to mess with me. When Olan was passing through the arena, Olan went to take a short look at the place were the lightning blew Scarabar against the arena walls. He saw scorch marks, covering almost the entire side of the arean Scarabar entered. Somehow, that voice comes out of nowere. I need to know what is talking to me. I will find out soon enough. Maybe it will teach me some more types of magic. Now, back home, Plomon said each spell has 3 stages. So i need to find out the next 2 stages in this lightning spell. Olan went to the side of the pond and said, "Runtu Carta Arny Plyna." The red mist appeared, and then the lightning.The lightning went high up intothe sky, then struck the middle of the pond. Olan looked at the pond, and almost all of the water was gone. "Crud! What is Orson finds out!" Olan backed away from were the pond used to be. But then he heard the voice again. "Olan, you did well in the fight today. I see you are intereted in the Runtu Carta Arny Plyna lightning. I can not tell you much, but i will tell you the second stage." "Were are you? I demand that you tell me!" yelled Olan. "Oh. I see you are trying to tell me what to do. I will reveal myself to you when the right time comes. Now, do you want to know the secon stage or not?" asked the voice. Olan sighed, then said, "I guess. Teach me. Even if i can't see you." "Now the first stage is Runtu Carta Arny Plyna, the second stage is Runtu Carta Arny Ploso. This one casts purpleish black lightning. This can kill anything that is not wolf. This is because you are a wolf, and Runtu Carta Arny Ploso lightning does not hurt the same species that the caster is. Now, in 4 seconds, look behind you. Then cast Runtu Carta Arny Ploso on what you see." Olan did as he was told. He waited 4 seconds, then turned around. What he saw was a mountain lion, which growled with anger. "Runtu Carta Arny Ploso!" This time, it was a green mist. Then the black lightning came from the mist, striking the lion, killing it instantly. "Thanks for teaching me that. But i have to go now," Olan ran from the arena, toward the Forest of Lights. "I hope whatever was teaching me heard that i had to go." Olan soon saw the forest, and 10 wolves in front of the forest entrance. Olan approched them. One of the wolves saw him coming closer. "Hey look its our new hunting leader!" The group walked toward Olan. "What shall we hunt tonight?" "Lets just go into the forest, and bring back anything we can find." All of the group left into the forest, exept for 1. "You know, you have the same name as a old, dumb person at my old home. That is very wierd. Were you once a human, Olan?" asked the wolf. Olan then had an idea that this pack was the hunting group back at his old home. "Just go into the forest with the others." said Olan. He and the other wolf followed the group. They soon came upon a deer. "Wait everybody," whispered Olan. "I can bring it down from here. Don't make any noises.............. Runtu Carta Arny Ploso." The green mist came, then the lightning. The lightning shot high into the sky. The loud boom that came from Olan starteled the deer, which made it run. "Great job, Olan. You scared away out food!" said one of the wolves. But then the lightning came back down, and struck the deer without warning. The deer was dead. The group came to lift the deer, and take it back to the pack's camp. Everyone got under the dead deer to lift it. Once they go it back to the camp, Orson came to see what they had caught. "Well that was qick, Olan. Let me guess, you used magic to kill the deer." "Yes. Is there something wrong with my magic, Orson?" asked Olan. "Oh no. Of course not. I was just wondering why you came back so quickly with a huge deer. We keep all of our food in a den on the other side of our teritory. Let the others take it there. Olan, i want to talk with you." said Orson. Orson took Olan to a small waterfall. "Now, almost eveyone has seen what you are capable of, Olan. They all want to know how you did it. I also want to know. If you told us, we would be an unstopable pack. Now, i brought you here, away from the other wolves so you could tell me how you used magic." Olan did notwant to answer, but it came out. "I just say the words, and concetrate on what i am using the magic on. Are there any other packs that you know of that can use magic, Orson?" said Olan. "The only one i know of is the Aquavon pack. But i will never learn from them. Our pack hates them. I'm glad your in our pack, and not that dumb, stupid, ugly, lying pack." said Orson. "Um... Orson, were's Deckra? I haven't seen him since this morning." "Oh, Deckra, he went on a trip with 9 other wolves. I don't know where they are going, but i know they are having a good time." Olan rushed away from Orson without saying why. I bet i know who Deckra is with. The kidnappers! Orson looked at Olan and watched him run toward the pack. Olan ran through the territory, looking for Deckra, but he could not find him. Olan followed the familiar sent he had caught the first night he was with this pack, and followed it to the cave. Whoever is in there, i hope it is either Deckra, or Alika. Before OLan could enter the cave, Scarabar ran over, and nocked Olan to the ground. "I don't know how you did that lightning thing, whatever it was to beat me in our fight, but i now want my revenge..." growled Scarabar. Scarabar began to rip at Olan's fur and skin with his teeth. "Stop!" yelled Olan. But Scarabar had no intention of letting Olan go. Scarabar then went to rip up Olan's face. He bit into Olans forehead and began to jerk it back and fourth with extreme force. Olan was soon to die. Scarabar then let go of Olan, and let him fall to the ground. "Your blood tastes good in my mouth... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Now prepare to get what you deserve for taking my place..." Scarabar drew out his claws, and was about to slash them acroos Olan. But before he could do anything, Deckra jumped out, and into Scarabar. "You will not hurt Olan any more Scarabar! Now Leave!" Demanded Deckra. "You dare to order me? Your just a cub. If either you, or Olan cross me again, i will tear you apart into little bite size pieces." Scarabar left, and then Deckra went to get help. I......must know... what is in....... the cave before... they come and....get me... Olan tried to stand up, but the pain was to much, including the big cut on his left, back leg. Olan heard Deckra and a few other wolves coming to help him. They lifted Olan, and took him to be recovered.

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