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A/N: This is my new story, which will be on the awesome land of Tellius, featuring an OC, and an awesome one at that! His profile will be on my page, as the OC's usually are, but I will put the character stuff at the end of the next chapter. Anyways… Here is my new story! Enjoy, Comment, Fave, and Follow!

Hm...=Regular talk

'Hm…'= thinking

Hmmm…=Ancient Language

On the continent of Tellius, there are many great nations. To the west, there is the nation of Begnion, with Daein to the north, as well as Crimea and Gallia to the east. Gallia is then next to Goldoa, and the two island countries of Kilvas and Phoenicis, to the south of the continent. There are two races, Beorc and Laguz, which are regular people and those that can shapeshift into massive beasts, respectively. Beorc, populate the areas of Begnion, Crimea, and Daein, however, the other lands are ruled by Laguz.

Kilvas and Phoenicis are home to the ravens and hawks, respectively, and they are rather cautious towards each other many times. Next is Goldoa, which is the home of the dragon Laguz, who are rumored to be the strongest Laguz of all. Lastly, is the beast Laguz, which includes lions, tigers, cats, and the almost forgotten wolves…

The wolves were once a part of Gallia, however, with Laguz slavery happening, the Herons and the Wolf tribes were most affected, with the heron population decreasing to simply four after the Serenes Massacre, and the wolves to dangerously low numbers as well, simply a few hundred, if not half of a thousand at most. After the slavery, Begnion kept the land it gained control over, which included all of the land that belonged to the wolves.

With no home and not enough support from the other tribes, the wolf tribe set a path for a new home, eventually landing in a place they now call Hatari, located on the far eastern side of Daein, separated by the infamous "Desert of Death…"

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"Mommy, can we play!?" a seven year old asked, his green and blue eyes shining with innocence and infatuation. He has spiky blue hair along with blue birthmarks going along the edges of his face in the shape of a claw. He wore a brown shirt with short sleeves, with blue pants and a wolf-like tail sticking out of his tailbone.

"Maybe later, Khimari, mommy has some business to take care of, but Volug may be able to play with you. Is that okay?" the mother said. She was a dark skinned woman dressed in black top, along with a short dress and a gray-whitish wolf-tail sticking out as well. Her hair was chaotic and gray/white, and she has tattoos running along her arms and back. She had an air of nobility around her, one that was duly noted.

"That would be fine," the one named Volug said. He wore no top, and had a long tattoo along his body as well, with black hair that almost covered an eye and a black wolf-like tail, similar to the mother and child. Said child Khimari jumped up in joy before transforming into a wolf and touching Volug with his nose.

"Tag, you're it!" he yelled, before running off into the desert. Volug transformed himself also, and pursued the young wolf Laguz with mighty gusto. A few moments later, Nailah herself transformed to follow her vassal and child as they were going a good deal too far into the desert. She was surprised when she could barely see the village when the three reunited in the middle of the desert.

"Khimari, what did I tell you about going too far into the desert? It's dangerous, so don't do that, please," she chided gently, but the message still had the same effect. The boy's eyes saddened and he put his head down in sadness at the reprimand he received. Nailah responded by putting her finger under his chin and lifting his head up so that the family made eye contact with each other. "Don't worry; I'm not mad, just worried, okay? It's a mother thing."

"Okay momma," the once again energetic kid said, back to his normal self as quick as that. A smile returned to the two adult wolves as the kid rambled once again.

'Just like his father,' the wolf queen thought, before feeling a pang of heartache for her former… no, still her lover. They were divided by the Beorc when Khimari was still inside her belly. With the Laguz slavery being over simply three years ago, tensions were still high, and with no more home, she had to lead her tribe to a place where they can call it home. It still was a sour topic for the queen, as she is still forlorn at the fact that the kid and his father have never seen each other, because they were separated when Begnion took away their land in Gallia, leaving the wolves homeless.

"Well, I think it's time to-" Nailah started before seeing a GIANT sandstorm nearly on top of them. In the desert, sandstorm usually stayed in the heart of the Desert of Death, though some do manage to find their way to Hatari. They were as silent as they were strong, and many members of the clan were victims on their search for a new home. "Run!" she shouted, scooping Khimari into her arms and taking off as fast as she could, with Volug hot on her heels.

The sandstorm was too strong, however, and knocked Nailah on her feet. The sheer wind power and force of the storm mad her release Khimari, whose small body couldn't even come close to standing against this monster of a storm. He was almost instantaneously swept away by the storm and almost buried through the sand. "KHIMARI!" Nailah yelled, worried for the safety of her only child and family left.

"Momma!" the youngster shouted back before being completely removed from Nailah's sight. She went into panic mode immediately, and transformed before heading straight into the storm, dead set on finding her child, if it was the last thing she did. Nonetheless, she could not find her son, even when using every amount of effort she can.

Eventually, the storm subsided; however, the queen's pup could not be found anywhere. She would not give up her only son. She howled as loud as she can, hoping for a response. …Silence was all she heard. That was when something within her snapped, at the sight of her only child, and did not care what the consequences were. "Volug," she called, a quiet anger and anguish that spoke volumes to the vassal.

"Yes, my queen?"

"We're leaving tonight, when the sun goes down," she commanded, leaving no room for argument, not that Volug would argue with her. That did not lessen the shock, though, for the servant. Was the queen about to abandon her kingdom?

"May I ask why we are leaving?"he asked, though he pretty much already knew the answer, he needed to see his master's true feelings. He was rewarded when Nailah slowly turned around, looking straight into his eyes. Instantly he was assaulted with a look of fear, helplessness, but determination that easily outweighed the other negative emotions swirlwing around.

"We're going to find my kid. No matter what."

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A/N: The end of Chapter 1! Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year! (To those who celebrate Kwnaza, happy holidays to you too!

Blizzard, Out!