In the beginning both humans and werewolf's lived in peace watched over by the bird gods…
But everything changed when the humans attacked.
The werewolf's and the humans both fought in an endless battle for the right to live.
For many years the bird gods watched in horror as the humans discovered more and more ways to kill. One day the sage wolf leader of the werewolf's made a pact the leader goddess, to end the war releasing a terrible illness that would devour all humans, and so the end to the war would come.
After years of devastating war and preparations, the day finally came; the day that the humans would sees to exist. The goddess held the pouch that carried the illness and said "today, we end this war", She stood firm and willing to put an end to everything. But right before anything could happen; word got to her that a human girl had given birth to a baby that carried her blood.
The goddess flu thru the skies, until she got to her destination. A small village were the human was. The entered the dirty hut to see a small baby with the face of her son. She took her in her arms, dropping the pouch, and the illness was released.
The illness was caught in time to save the village, but not in time to save her sons beloved. Heart broken for the great loss he disappeared, leaving a golden feather and a baby in his mothers hands.
The pact was broken starting a new war, and leaving a never ending rivalry. With all going on, this world was the least safest for a new born baby who would need another 15 years to get her powers.
In desperation the goddess sent the baby to a new world were she would be born again.
And the war kept going
Up to…
Today.