There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between
We've known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side
Mournfully we howled
When our unborn cubs died
Ah my dear, Luna
I've known no greater love
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one
And now you lay there dying
The horrible disease eating away
Steel jaws upon your frame
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name
Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death
The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear
And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace
Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where the Wolf's Path glistens
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more
And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love
Later that night, it started to rain. Soaked with water, Steele started
clawing at the ground. His lover’s body lay beside him. His paws were
dirty with mud and blood, but he continued to dig relentlessly at the
ground. Soon, he made a hole, and the rain had stopped, leaving a clear
sky in its wake. It was almost morning. The proud once arrogant husky,
who had hurt hundreds without a thought, buried the young wolf, his mate, with a
heavy heart.
Steele winced as the sun rose over the mountains that grew on the borders of Nome, his blue eyes bloodshot and tired.
It was the dawn of the fourth day since Luna died. His white chest was stained with Luna's blood from her last moments, his ribs showing on his sides; he hadn't eaten anything since she died. What kept him alive was water and only that, though now something now drove him.
Determination. And the will to live.
Twice now, he had lost someone he had loved dearly, both taken by the insane disease that drove any who received the bite mad and dangerous. Too many wolves and dogs have suffered from losing a loved one to the disease, even Balto lost a daughter to it.
No one should suffer like so, watching a loved one transform into something so low it could never be considered another living being.
"There must be a cure!" Steele said outloud, startling a chipmunk, making it drop its nuts and disappear into its hole.
Steele got to his feet, his limbs shaking. He was weak from hunger.
Damn. I shouldn't have starved myself. Now I might not have the strength to carry on
But Luna's final wish for Steele to live on burned in his mind. Summoning all the strength he could muster, he began his trek back to Nome.
Steele's quest to find a cure for rabies had begun.
Chapter Three
Draikar were an ancient faction of believers, though not as old as the valkar. Long ago there were only valkar, but as the old saying says, "The ying is never without the yang." Many factions broke off the original valkar, the order Tais and Claire belong to, but the most formidable of all the factions were the Draikar. Formed under the leadership of the original draikar, Drailia, the draikar lived to the code: "No mercy; only the weak do not surrive; and the last enemy to be destroyed is death." Drailia's dream was to united the twisted world she had grown up in under one banner, ruled by her own rule. With hundreds of her followers, she began to conquer the continent of Lahen.
One by one, lands fell to the banner of the Draikar: Jenika, the Great Plains, even Laerhen, the mystic land of the elves. But ho! The original valkar rose to meet them on the borders of Wenn, the last free land in the south. Beside them were the legendary legions of knights of Wenn, all bearing the crests and flags of a wolf and a sword. Joining their ranks were remenants of the armies of Jenika, the plains people, and the elves. Their dwellings now endangered, griffins took flight and unicorns took to the land, revealing themselves for the first time in history to the eyes of all. Thus the Valkar Coalition and the Allied Alliance was formed.
A great battle ensued over the last free land. Brother fought brother, kin fought kin, and blood spilled upon blood. Soon the land was red, lakes of blood and bodies scattered the knolls and stained the rivers.
Five days later, after the Valkar Allied Alliance had been pushed back from the border into the valley of Wenn, restlessness was stirring within the Draikar. Though they had pushed their foes into the very land they were defending, the Draikar had suffered many numbers and allies. On one account, due to the recklessness of one of their generals, the Draikar had lost the support of the Silver Griffin Wing, the Elite of the Elite of any griffin coalition, who sided with the Valkar Allied Alliance; unknowingly turning the very fate of the war. It would be one of the Silver Wing griffins who would spy on the Draikar, learn of the Grand Leader's demise at the hands of her own daughter, tell the Allaince, and spark the fire of detirmination within the hearts of those who had despaired and lost all hope.
According to wittness accounts written in scrolls passed down through the centuries, the final battle was brief but not without sacrifice. Thirty unknown valkar died at the hands of Drailia's daughter and countless more died upon the swords and arrows of her follwers.
It wasn't until a young valkar named Prisana, already wounded in her side and her left arm almost incapable of movement, engaged the Draikar leader. Drailia's daughter herself was wounded, more or less as much as Prisana but she was formidable nevertheless. Prisana managed to wound Drailia's daughter and the Draikar leader made her pay with the loss of her arm and a mortal wound through her chest.
But Prisana wasn't finished finished yet. Summoning all her strength through waves of pain, she struck her enemy in the neck with a sword, one of many that had fallen from the warriors who fought that day. With the death of their leader, the Draikar fled with the Alliance in persuit.
The Draikar seemingly faded completely from the ends of the earth, leaving behind their mortal coalition; mortal followers who followed out of fear. Very now and then, a draikar may appear; using his or her power for their own gain. When such events happen, valkar are sent to ensure the land never falls into the hand of a draikar.
When the Great War came to an end, so came the dawn of the New Age and the fall of the Old.
In every city, statues of Prisana stand in memory of the young woman who is known to have ended the Great War.
Her sword, the one that killed Drailia's daughter, was taken by the Valkar Order to present to their most gifted and wisest student elected by vote of the Valkar counsel. Upon receiving the blade, whoever being that may be, valkar knighthood is bestowed and the name 'Prisana'.
Chapter Four
"A draikar you say?" said Elani Valkar Tannis, looking over his specs at the two young adults before him.
Three weeks had passed since Claire and Tais recieved the message from Jan and now they stood before the Valkar Counsel that was housed within the capital city of Wenn, Aurora Arbor.
The Counsel consisted of eight Elani: two human males, Elani Tannis, a Jenikia citizen, and Elani Curcus, a Wenn citizen a strong black man who towered over all in the Counsel; two human females, Elani Kirstin, a Wenn citizen, and Elani Megan, a Wenn citizen; two unicorns, male and female--Elani Oakwood and Whitestar respectfully; one female elf, Elani Sa; and one male griffin, Elani Razor.
Claire nodded. "It would make sense. No Elani or valkar being able to sense a person's death. The feeling of the loss of life was just...not there. Blocked."
"Of course it would make sense if it was a draikar, Elani Claire." said Elani Razor, his eagle eye watching her closely, his lion's tail waving as if he was watching a prey. "But not all is as it seems. Maybe there's another form of magic we don't know about, created by one of the many factions that broke off the original Valkar Order centuries ago."
"One of the factions that broke from us soon called themselves the Unikar," said Elani Oakwood, his whip-like tail snapping through the air though there were no insects around.
"They dedicated themselves to finding any possible way to be both a valkar and a draikar," finished Elani Whitestar. "Some say they succeeded while others say they down right failed."
"Whether they did or not, we can not let the possiblity stand," rumbled Elani Curcus. "Before we reach any conclusions, we
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