A/N It's been a long time! I very much hope you enjoy this new journey.
Children of the Moon
By: 'trivnar'
Prelude
Two hundred years ago, the last wolf perished. The forests and mountains had been stripped bare by the nobles endless demand for dwindling resources and they had nowhere to hide.
Once the gods of the now barren land, the wolves were forced to flee and hide as best they could as the nobles ordered them destroyed. For they were afraid of the knowledge of the ancients, who prophesied that the end of the world was nearing and that only the wolves would know the way to Paradise. Only the wolves would be able to find the key and unlock the final path.
And they were hunted until the last one fell. Hunters in black armor, armed with spears that brought down red lightning, elite fighters paid by the nobles' blood money, who did not rest until they tore the land apart, seam from seam.
Or so say the legends.
Zayin's earliest memory was of a day of blood. The sounds of wolves taken with madness as they tried to tear each other apart. The madness in sixty eyes as they lunged and rent and bled. Daleth, his eyes barely open, whimpered fearfully beside him.
He could still feel his mother shudder as they threw themselves on her, could feel her warm blood splattering between his ears. Her voice whispered through his darkest dreams. 'Protect your brother. Keep him safe… from the darkness.' His dream-mother would always murmur the last bit, although he didn't think she'd actually said such a thing.
However the clearest memory of all was the song. He didn't know the singer, or even the words, but the melody had been etched into his heart. And with it a single thought.
Find the road… to Paradise.
A distant whisper, carried on the wind. Not his own.
Cheza…