Born on a rain soaked night and raised by a wolf, a boy leaves the family he has ever known to find his destiny. His name is Alan Fang. He is a lean, powerful youth that's 17. Bloody red hair and piercing blue eyes are all that his parents left him. As his story begins he is ending the life of his prey; a 12-point buck. While he is eating a hermit appeared with the wolf.

"Hello young Fang. I am known as Stoneclaw by this mother of yours. Do you mind sharing some of that with me?" The old man, now known as Stoneclaw, asked.

Alan pushed the dead deer towards him and sat down on a rock close by. As Stoneclaw sat down he said, "Thank you."

When he spoke again it was with a dark seriousness in his voice. "So you want to become a Striker. I'll train you, but you must leave for Minar, and you can live at the foot of my mountain with your mother in exchange for food if you wish"

At the break of dawn Stoneclaw found Alan meditating on a stump in the forest. Hello Master Stoneclaw, Said a voice in his head, And how are you today?

"Who are you?" He asked the voice. As he did Alan stirred.

"Alan Fang." Was the reply.

Then Stoneclaw couldn't help but laugh as he replied, "So you are, child, so you are."

"And," The young one said, expectantly staring at him.

"I am fine. Now go eat." Stoneclaw said.

As Alan left, Stoneclaw noticed how wolf like the boy had become. 'How can he change his destiny from this dark path of war?' Sitting on the stump, he meditated for hours until a low thump made him look around until he saw a dead deer at his feet. 'He's good,' Stoneclaw thought as he skinned the deer and the wolf appeared, 'Really good. Too good, maybe, but we will see in time. Yes, we will see.' After starting a pot of boiling water, Alan appeared. "Alan! Why are you here?"

As Alan stared at the wolf she came over and hugged him. "Be safe, Mother. I will return for you. I promise."

Stoneclaw soon understood and spoke. "So your leaving for Minar. Are you sure you're ready?"

With tears in his eyes Alan replied, "I am, Master. Please take care of mother for me. Goodbye."

Venturing out to the Newland Plains he traveled all the way on foot to the town of Kulan. He knew that he would have a hard time, but every time he failed he tried even harder to succeed. Two days after successfully crossing the plains, he camped on a small hill and was about to lay down when he was attacked by a pack of hungry Kulan Wrags. As they circled his camp the leader of the pack came forward to challenge him. Soon the silent night sky was rent by the packs howls as their leader and Alan clashed together in a heated struggle for survival and supremacy. It had been a while since he had fought a Wrag and this one seemed familiar so he sought out its mind.

You! Replied a shocked Alan mentally. It's been five years since I last fought you. How are you?

Suddenly the pack went quiet and the Wrag spoke to him mentally.

You're the boy. Yes. I remember it well. I am Fernas. And you, who cost me a meal that day, are? It asked.

Alan Fang. Was Alan's reply.

Very well, Alan Fang. I can sense that great things will happen so I will join you with this. Then Fernas handed Alan a tooth from his mouth.

Afterwards Alan reached the town of Kulan. Striking on his luck he ran into a female officer. Her name is Elan Rose. A 5'7" beauty with long strawberry blonde hair shining against her sparkling sea blue eyes. Sensing his approach she drew her weapon only to find him unharmed and nervous.

"What's up," she said, startling him, "Are you lost?"

"In a way," He said nervously, "Are you with Striker, miss?"

"Yes, I am." She said, watching his face light up. "I'm Elan Rose."

"And a rose you still are." He dared to say.

Blushing she said, "Thank you. What is your name?"

As he whimpered she stepped up to him and held him. "You were raised by wolves, weren't you?"

In her gentle embrace he answered her questions. "I'm Alan Fang… and my mother is a wolf." His voice grew weak and his vision dim so he stared at her weakly and said one more word before he passed out, "Help…"

"Alan! What the…" Feeling his forehead she shook her hand to cool it off and cussed. "He's burning up fast. Better get him to my room." She said, but inside she thought, 'He's pretty cute.' Blushing at the thought she picked him up, and cradling him against her chest went to her hotel room. As she took care of him he said the three words she'd never forget. Upon hearing them she knew that he had to get better or she would never forgive herself so she stayed up caring for him day and night for three days straight. 'Please heal soon.' She thought, as she wiped off his head with a damp cloth. "Wrags. He came in with a pack of Wrags. Who is this guy?" She asked herself as she made some broth for him to drink. "Well, whoever he is, I still think he's cute." She said, blushing lightly. She went back to his side and helped him to drink the broth as she continued to think. At times he would say those three words that she loved, causing her to remember small parts of her childhood that she cherished lovingly. Then, one day, it happened. She was eating a rice ball lunch and drinking a cup of tea when he started to stir around and groan in pain. Worried, she went to his side to comfort him and noticed how much he looked like a boy she used to know, but wrote it off as a coincidence. Then he said something that made her freeze and stare at him in shock. The words were, "Elan, please stay safe."

'It can't be! How much have I missed out on? Will it hurt me? Does he still love me, or does he love another?' Then she remembered.