Clare: Hi people! We are actually alive believe it or not!

Mat: Thanks to school and trips we weren't able to actually update any stories or put new ones out.

Clare: But now we're back and with new and better stories!

Mat: if you ask me our writing has much improved. But read and see for you're self.

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"In fire, we can see our past and our coming. For, as with us and our time,

these flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption

of its surroundings. By which, the fire itself is also condemned to be

destroyed. Demanding, beautiful and very lethal, it lives itself to death..."

The Flames Within

Prolog

A wolfs howl sounded through the dense forest, crying out to the moon. Multiple howls followed it, thus an orchestra of unique voices ran through the forest. Only one of the howls seemed out of place from the many others. The reason for this was because it wasn't a howl at all. It was the high-pitched wail of a child.

The cry told of the horrors that had passed during the first few hours of the night, which left the child parentless. A body had been dragged into the wood by predators that had left the child alone only because of its wail and the fact that a yellow crescent moon was glowing brightly on the child's forehead

The child stopped crying when a large silver wolf started sniffing at her, other's of this wolfs pack standing further away.

"What is it Shevia?" A black wolf, the same size as the silver wolf, asked as it approached hesitantly.

These wolves weren't what you would imagine them as. As tall as a grown man when standing on their hind legs and reaching the same mans waist when on all fours, these wolves were smarted then others. Royal wolves it what they were called. Larger, faster, and smarter then normal wolves theses animals were well deserved of the name.

"I believe it is a two-legers child, Blacknight." The silver, female, wolf replied while nudging the now giggling child with her snout.

Blacknight snorted. "Then let us leave it." The black wolf turned and started towards the rest of the pack. Apparently this male wolf was the pack leader. The One Male. Ruler of the pack along with his mate the One Female, Shevia in this case.

"I can not leave it to the scavengers Blacknight! This is a sign from the Goddess. I asked for guidance and asked for a sign that she had heard. This child is the sign Blacknight! Can you not see how the Goddess has sent this child for us to care for?"

The hair on Blacknight's back ruffled and settled again, only a low growl coming from deep in his thought. "Fine. If the child is to stay with the pack it must be taught our ways and must be named. I will leave that to you, but I will teach her our ways."

Shevia tackled her mate and licked his nose. "Thank you Blacknight! I will call her Serenity. For she is peaceful and radiates this." The name decided Shiva took the back of the infant's shirt between her teeth and took her place with her mate.

And this is the begging of our story. A child with powers beyond her thoughts, none of these awakened as of yet, raised by wolves. To hunt with a pack and scavenge for her share, fighting with her brothers and sisters as play, and earning the respect of the one Male. No one would have guessed that the arrival of a single two-leggier would soon throw the wolf child into a vortex of confusion and many other feelings she never had.