AN: This is an ElfQuest story I've had in my mind ever since I read the Kahvi series, and I finally have managed to write the first chapter of it. It will be chaptered fic, and updates will come as fast as my muse and computer allows me. So does the length of the chapters.
In this fanfiction, Redbark is the son of Graywolf and Willowgreen.
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The Star's Own Time
**May you live forever, my cub**
Now that he knew the meaning behind those words, he couldn't help to feel a shudder crawl up his spine. The idea of living forever, much like the elves the tribe told about, this... Rellah who looked down upon them because of their kinship with the wolves.
But it was true. He was like her. Not in spirit, but in body. The blood he had shared with his wolfriend, his dear Fox Tail... it was gone. Cleansed like... no. There was no comparison to this, no other chief had stood face to face with such a crisis. And he had failed to save his tribe from them. He had even unleashed it on them. The ones he was supposed to protect at all times, by once again allowing his mother to use her powers once more.
It was his first order as a chief. As long as Redbark had known, Two-Spear had not allowed any healing. Willowgreen had not always listened to her chief and lifemate. And every time she defied, Two-Spear had turned his rage towards her. After the old Chief dying, that was the first change Redbark brought with him.
But the time being banned from what the blond healer was born to do had obviously not been kind on the healer. Truly, Willowgreen had become mad during the time. Or maybe it was because of the loss of her second mate?
Redbark did not know. Only thing he knew was what one of his elders, Icetooth had told him when the young chief awoke from his slumber. They no longer shared blood with their four legged friends. All of them were affected by the news. Many mourned the kinship they had with their wolves. Others were silent. And they all looked at Redbark, their eyes all holding the silent plea, hoping that their chief could fix this tragedy.
And the chief in question found himself wishing to search after his mother, who had disappeared with their blood.