Descendents of the Starnik

Chapter 1: Great and Loved Ones lost

Everyone knows the story of the great Starnik, the ones who made the world as it is now. However, every Wolf knows that the story goes way deeper and further back, back to the story of the Original Starnik who started it all and failed. Three thousand years later, when a young boy stumbled upon something that changed his life, he and his new friend completed what they did not. Scott, you're everyday human and Rosie, you're everyday pup at the time stumbled onto a prophecy that changed their lives. They experienced hardships that tested their friendship and in the future their love. As their powers, derived from the gods and the prophecy they were destined for, developed, Rosie brought three more into their lives, her first children, Lupa and Dakota, half Starnik, half wolf, and years later, Myka, a direct descendant of the Starnik, believe it or not, far more powerful then her parents.

Still, their prophecy put them through trials, testing them and their limits. They never gave up, they met their enemies, they crushed them under their iron fists. They discovered new gifts and prophecies, they found their loves who gave them, and let them, carry on the Starnik bloodline. Little was heard of the Starnik in those final days; rarely did they make an appearance back in society. But why would they? The world was how they wanted it to be, Wolves and Human could walked together in peace, neither feared the other, things were happy. First America, after that the peace and love between the two species spread like a wildfire across the nations and countries until the world was working together. The Starnik were happy, they had smiles on their faces, so it was said. But now, they're gone…

"My name is Jonah. Yeah, I know…another name in the family that finishes with "Ah"." He opened his eyes from his deep slumber, greeting the dawn of a new day as it shines through the blinds of his window. The sun lit up this black pelt with the odd dirty brown part that looked like mud had been thrown at him. "I'm three years old, a wolf. I live with my uncle, my mother's brother, Henry. He's pretty cool, for an uncle anyway. My parents died when I was young, my dad passed away from a heart disease and my mother literally died of heart break. Yeah, it can happen. I saw it." He rolls onto his front, slithering out from under the sheet of the bed in his room and arks his front and stretches out his front paws. "I was left in his care when I was a year old, sure, I miss them, but I can't bring them back. We have so much in common, other then my mom of course. I mean, we both have the same eyes, in more then one way. Believe it or not, because nobody does, but we're descendents from Dakota's bloodline." He smacks his lips, thirsty. So he jumped down from the bed and walks out the room and along the corridor. "We live in an apartment in San Francisco. I love it here, it's just great, so many nice people. Well, when I say "nice" I mean just the people who live in our area. Going into the city was a dangerous territory, for wolves and humans. Full of fast cars and shouting people." Henry is sat on one of the chairs at the bar table in the middle of the chicken, a raw steak on a plate before him along with a newspaper. He poked his reading glasses back up his muzzle and greeted his nephew a good morning.

"Things have got to be a little confusing, so while I eat, why don't you listen to how things are these days."

To get things straight here, things have changed, changed for the better! The Starnik are dead, this time they truly are. It's amazing how things can change in a little over one hundred years. Yes, believe it or not, it's been over one hundred years since the time of the Starnik. But now their descendents live on, hidden in plain sight, like Jonah and Henry here. When I say that it's amazing how things have changed, wheat I mean is how things have changed in terms of society. There were no issues with Wolves and Humans being in the same place, nobody gave each other strange looks unless they had a grudge against that particular person. It was like nothing ever changed. Wolves belonged in this world now, the two species laughed, partied and pups and children played together. It was perfect, for everyone. Sure, things weren't like you'd think they'd be due to the futuristic sci-fi films back in the last one hundred years. I mean, hardly anything has changed. But really, banking, home security, weapons technology, medical equipment, that's the kind of thing that has taken some big leaps, mainly to allow wolves to become more in touch with society and to make things easier and fairer.

Wolves had jobs, they were paid, they had banks accounts with paw pad recognition systems, those that chose to live in humans settlements used the same technology to get in and out of a home. A pad scanned their paw, the door unlocked, you pressed another on the other side and the door locked. No chances for lock pickers now these days. The same technology was used in payment as well, kind of like a credit card, only you scan your paws as a human would scan their finger print. So there was no longer any need to carry and credit card with the fear of it getting stolen or lost. It is cleverer and safer. And it wasn't just wolf that had these, humans did too. Living in homes or other places could be specially made for wolves, so lowered surfaces, tables, sinks, and baths. It wasn't a big deal. Believe it or not, America had its first wolf president twenty years ago, it was a historical moment. They worked as teachers, game keepers, that kind of thing. But there were also those that didn't chose to live that way. Many chose to continue to live in dens and caves in forests, away from civilisation. It was just how they wanted to live.

Medical research had taken a leap forward. Genetically made vaccinations gave wolves up to another eight years of life. When the drug was first brought out, each wolf that had a check up at a vet would have one, then that would be passed down through genes to their children, and then their children and so on. It was clever. These days you can find elders wolves living to be nearly twenty if they were lucky. Gadgets and gizmos made life easier, made especially for wolves. They could travel in airplanes, buses, underground trains, any kind of public transport they wished, anything a human could have done back before all this was possible. All thanks to the Starnik and their children.

Still, it's clear now that the Starnik were gone. But what of their children? It was already known that Rosie's first daughter, Lupa, had a litter of pups. So what happened to them? What happened to her other two children, Lupa and Dakota? Did they have children? Did their children have children? Does the Starnik bloodline live on?

"Well, yeah, it does. I'm living evidence."

"Morning buddy." Henry grinned."

"Why are you up so early? I didn't think you were working today." Jonah questioned as he jumped up onto the chair on the opposite side of the table, taking a deep inhale of the raw steak Henry pushed before him.

"I'm not, sleep didn't agree with me." He pushed his glass back up his nose.

"He's funny. He needs the glasses to read and to do the tasks that require small things. He can't live without them."

"Now I could ask you the same thing." He added before lapping up a glass of water beside him.

"The circus is back in town today. I was going to check it out." Jonah answered as he took a bite of the steak. Henry grinned ear to ear, feeling the need to tease come on.

"Ahh, so you're girlfriend is back in town is she?"

"God, she's not my girlfriend." He whined. "We're just close friends, it's not every day you come across another supernatural wolf, our kind is rarer then supernatural humans."

"It's good, you two can talk about these things." He nodded.

"She sent me a VIP pass, so I'm going to use it before she moves on again."

"What did you have to do to get that now?" He smirked and winked again. Jonah rolled his eyes but smiled nether the less as he continued to eat. "Just tell me, do I still glow?" Jonah looked to him at the tops of his eyes and nodded while chewing.

"Mm hmm." He answered with a mouth full before swallowing. "You always are, why do you keep on asking?"

"I'm just curious. I don't have powers, you're a lucky one." Once again, Jonah just rolled his eyes.

"The circus opens in an hour. This morning was literally going to be a case of eat and run for me."

"Well go on ahead; tell her I said hey for me."

"Of course, just let me sort myself out and I'll get going." Henry flicked over another page and Jonah left the table.

"You see, things are great. I love it here, I love my life. Sure, I miss my mom and dad, and my life would certainly be different if they still were. But I can't not love the only life I've ever known? My ancestors, the Starnik, their genes have been passed down through the bloodline. Our eyes changed, but with our blood now mainly being nothing but wolf D.N.A, the chances of getting powers were slim. I was lucky, my uncle, not so much. He doesn't mind though, my mother didn't either and neither did her father. I'm the first to have powers in seven generations. My cousins, we've lost contact with them, also my other distant cousins from Myka and Lupa's bloodline. They must be out there somewhere, but where? I've still got family out there, somewhere, probably…maybe…I don't know!

Jonah was out the door in no time, his VIP pass hung around his neck and walking down the outside stairs and inhaling the fresh morning air. They were lucky; they lived just down the street from Golden Gate Park, a beautiful place, most of the time. It had fresh smalls, unlike that it the city centre, full of damp, garbage and other strange smells. Still, he had to go in there most days. He was greeted by neighbours as he did back. He wondered in that moment, like he did rather often actually. What was this earth like one hundred years ago before the Starnik came? It can't have been like this, it can't have been anything like this at all. He was honoured to be a part of the family that made all this possible.

There was other reason he liked the park so much. Not only was it the usual place the Circus settled when it came here, but also because it was also where many street performers hung around, including supernaturals. Fire jugglers, conjurers, genuine psychics, telepaths, all of them busking basically. But they all had one thing in common, the same thing he and his uncle has, they all glowed as he looked at them.

The circus was in sight, set up in the middle of the park with people flooding in to watch and get the best seats. He flashed the ring-master at the entrance his pass and of course he was let in instantly.

The ring was set up; the small stall in the corner of the massive tent had customers for refreshments all ready, the stands had a number of spaces, one right at the back and the highest point, his favourite and the best spot in the circus. The curtains at the back hid what he came here to see, the spotlights danced around it while the audience gathered in the stands for it to start. Fifteen minutes of sitting in silence, the tent finally grew dim and the show began to start.

"See, according to the history books, not much had really changed in the last hundred years."

The ring master, dressed in his awkwardly tight, black trousers, red jacket and black top hat introduced the circus, only to have it rudely interrupted by the clowns flying on stage via the trapeze hung by the tent structure. They were the first act, and of course they were able to get a laugh out of everyone, it was their job after all. The many kids gathered around the very edge of the rung were fortunate to get the occasional splatter of water or a cream pie when they got that out. Jonah was safe up here, hence why it was his favourite seat, this way he was never one of the unfortunates who was dragged on stage with them. The next act, the ninja's, the extremely agile and very talented group of men in ninja costumes that juggled many objects, fought with sharpened weapons, climbed high structures and demonstrated their incredible gymnastic like skills.

A variety of people came on and off the stage, the clowns making more appearances then the others. A little girl came on with a group of people, she couldn't be more them seven years old and my god she was amazing. She was a part of some gymnastic routine that involved somersaults, trampolines and some kind of advanced cheerleading.

Two performers left. The show had been going on for a little over an hour by this point, nothing was a disappointment. That group of extreme gymnasts were on again, this time using their skills of strength and balance to make human structures, this time, a standing human pyramid. It was now at the point where they couldn't climb up, so running in from the main entrance, jumping on a small trampoline and landing on the next level's shoulders was the only option, until there was only on at the top. All together, ten people had gone into this routine, all wearing red caps to go with their costumes to add a little humour to it. But it wasn't over yet. Finally, the moment he had come here for was starting.

The tent was filled with a howl, a loud howl that silenced the music playing. Suddenly, a wolf came charging through from the main entrance, as fast as she could go and she wasn't stopping. She used the trampoline, sprung up and into the air, pulling off an impressive double somersault and using her front right paw; she balanced herself in a handstand on the top man's head, using her impressive strength to holding her position there. The tent erupted in claps and applauds, Jonah howled at the she-wolf at the stop of the pyramid, a blue glow shrouding her and confirming it was defiantly her.

"Ok, I guess this is pretty confusing now. Yeah, I have powers, the only one in about seven generations of my family to get them. Like everyone in the Starnik bloodline, my eyes change, but I'm a little more then that. I have a minor power, one that allows me to sense out supernaturals and know what their powers are. I can literally sense out any supernatural I like and I can find them. I'm a supernatural tracker. For example, I look at Henry; he has a green Starnik glow around him, like an aura of some kind. Aquila up there, she's a supernatural, and by looking at her I just somehow can tell what her power is. But I'll leave that for you to see. So yeah, I'm no great supernatural like my ancestors. I can't heal others, I can't move things with my mind, or teleport, I can't do anything like that. Still, I accept anything and use it as a privilege. I'm VERY lucky after all."

Aquila, she was a light brown coloured wolf with a white underside, but the white was rather unbalanced. It reached up to nearly her back in some places and nearly above her ribs in some. Still, it gave her a striking appearance. To keep in the Circus colour scheme, she had a red ribbon around her long main to give her a slight ponytail. Even Jonah admitted to her she was hot, they were flirty friends, neither of them wanted to be more then friends, it just wasn't what they wanted.

So after holding this rather hard position for a few moments, they all skilfully clambered down and the lights dimmed as they all prepared for the highlight of the show. When the lights turned back on. Aquila stood in the middle of the ring, a blind fold around her eyes and slice around her. Also a few standing and table. She waited, the audience waited. Jonah was pretty sure only he knew what was going to happen. Her ear twitch at a small sound behind her. Suddenly, from the floor, a spring loaded target in the shape of the clowns sprung up vertically. She whirled around and threw out her paw towards it, her act had begun. It was like the wavy lines you see rising from the concrete during heat wave flew out her paw, and when it crashed quickly into the target, it smashed into it and fell backwards. The audience applauded her as she spun back the other way when another target sprung up and she did it again.

"Yeah, Aquila's power is much more impressive then mine. I knew it, somehow, the moment I saw her. She has a power that allows her to send out telekinetic bursts from her body. She can't lift things and move things like Scott Starnik could, she can only hit things and even blow holes in walls. Hence why these heavy targets were made out of iron."

Still blindfolded, these targets popped up in numerous places, and each time she would spin around and knock one over with her power. Eventually, one came flying across from above via some kind of zip line. She heard that and threw out her paw and burst the balloon full of water on the unsuspecting audience bellow. After denting and knocking over twenty targets scattered all around the circus tent, six final ones sprung up all around her, surrounding her. She arched her pack, groaned and suddenly a pulse of the heat wave like blur erupted out of her in a dome and knock down all six targets standing six feet all around her. Her performance over. The audience were on their feet, clapping, howling and "whooping" her as she removed her blindfold and laughing. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen and good day!" The lights dimmed, and after they arose, she was gone and the ringleader was back in the ring, doing the final pieces and thanking everyone and so on. Jonah wasn't done yet, he had a backstage pass and he wanted to use it.

I'm back! I'm never gone long after finishing a story, have you noticed that? The last one i just did was not really a serious one, i just had to do it though. This however is deadly serious. I hope you guys enjoy it. So Jonah, a direct descendant of the Starnik, lives on a hundred years later. What has his destiny got in story for him? Does Aquila have a part to play in it? Review and Read on to find out. Until next time. :D

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