"Two cubs are to be born. They will each be blessed with an element. One with the element of Fire, the other with Ice. As the wolves grow; hatred will flourish in ones heart, whilst goodness thrives in another's. It is foretold, that when the cubs come-of-age they shall lead a battle, a bloodthirsty, violent war between the two clans of Amathis. They shall fight until death strikes one of the brothers. Then darkness shall rule the land."
- The Amathis prophecy, 125 AD
"Kasai!" Wynter yapped; his blue eyes shining softly as he rolled down the hill which was blanketed in snow.
It was the middle of winter and the air was cold, even the softest of breezes could send shivers down your spine.
Kasai, Wynter's twin was sat under the shelter of an old oak tree, which was the only part of the white barren landscape which wasn't covered in snow, except from the depths of the forbidden forest. The brown furred wolf, looked over to his brother who was giggling loudly, snow gathering in his already gleaming coat.
The white wolf padded softly over to his brother; who was stretched out lazily, his auburn eyes rolling around as he looked to his advancing brother. He sat up, yawning, not wanting to listen to his brother's endless conspiracies with the winter spirits.
"Kasai! Kaisai!" The young wolf said excitedly, his ears twitching in anticipation "The wise one has returned from the mountains! Let's go and greet him!"
Kasai moaned softly, "Nah. I'm not freezing my paws, just for the sake to see some old guy."
"C'mn. Please. Bro. He's important to me." Wynter whined sadly.
"I said no."
"But. He's choosing the next leader of Amathis!"
"No!" Kasai growled, bearing his teeth.
"Please, Kas"
"NO!" He roared, hitting his brother across his face using his powerful strength. The white wolf's body was thrown backwards, landing heavily into the thick bark of the oak tree; causing him to fall unconscious. Wynter's face was bloody; a deep cut spread along his nose. Kasai looked horrified as his brother's crimson blood started to stain the oak's wood. The liquid seeping into the tree through the cracks in the ageing bark.
A grey figure came into view. It was sprinting towards them. Kasai looked around, slightly panicked. He looked into the forest, which was shadowed in an evil darkness. Kasai looked to the advancing figure which was barking now, obviously smelling Wynter's blood. The brown wolf, started sprinting towards the shadowy forest, the cold surface of the white snow stinging his unusually warm paws. Kasai disappeared into the forest. The grey wolf stared over the limp body of Wynter and then looked to where the attacker had escaped.
Kasai ran, his heart beating fast as he dodged the over-grown branches which groaned like a deadly creature, awaiting his prey. Kasai heard a faint howl in the distance; his own pack's howl. They had found Wynter. And now they would find him. As Kasai ran, he could hear a faint voice inside his head: 'Run little Wolf. Run into the darkness. And never return'