(A/n: hahaha long time no see! Well, here goes)

Briar and Daine quickly turned around, reaching for any weapon they had. Before them stood a very large wolf, with silver horns, red eyes, clawed feet, and long, matted white fur. It drew a rattling breath. Instantly, Daine felt her magic start to stream away from her, and there was nothing she could do. Briar started shaking uncontrollably, his eyes rolling to his head. With each breath the creature took, his fur grew longer, as did his horns.

Now for the fun part, it's mind-voice rasped inside their heads. Slowly it pointed his horns at the two mages, and thrust forward. Daine bit back a scream as he sharp tip sunk into her. Briar seemed to be unconscious.

The immortal quickly withdrew his horns and started backing into his dwellings. Daine was already fighting an inevitable black-out.

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When the two woke they were lying in a lush forest clearing. Running his eyes, Briar sat up and looked over at Daine.

"Who're you?" He demanded.

"I could ask you the same question," she retorted.

"Well, my name's Briar. I'm sure of it."

"And my name is Daine."

He looked at her. She's gorgeous, he thought. And here I am, mysteriously placed with such a charming beauty.

"So…how did we get here?" She asked him. He shrugged.

"I can't remember…anything. Anything from before," Briar said.

"Neither can I," Daine agreed, rubbing her left shoulder. Troubled, she lifted the sleeve of her shirt, and gasped when she saw the large puncture. Briar lifted his right sleeve to reveal the same thing.

"Well, I guess we're in this together," he told her ironically.

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That night they stumbled through the woods aimlessly, searching for anything to remind them of where they were. Finally they agreed to make a camp.

Daine was in charge of collection pine boughs for their bed mats and Briar was responsible for creating a fire. As he crouched over the empty pit, striking a piece of flint on his small dagger, he spotted something shiny on Daine's dropped belt. Carefully, not wanting Daine to see, he crept forward, taking the shiny thing in his fingers.

Under inspection, Briar realized that it was a locket. A silver locket, encrusted with rubies. Inside it bore a portrait of Daine with some man. On the other side was engraved:

'Magelet,

Do not forget that I love you.

Numair'

And suddenly it all his Briar like a ton of bricks. Who he was, why he was here, where he was from, and who the man in the portrait was. But he soon realized that Daine was none-the-wiser on his discovery, and soon formulated a plan that worked to his advantage.

Tucking the locket into his shoe, he called her. She soon came into sight, dragging large bundles of pine boughs. Briar walked over to help her.

"Here, put these down. I'll take them." Their hands touched as the boughs were exchanged. Briar dropped them, and slowly kissed Daine's lips.