Dave surveyed the land around him. Darkovia was a dark place, especially at night. Shadows twisted everywhere and ghouls lingered in the air. Dave ever felt the presence of someone or something around him. He didn't like this place one bit.

After having defeated the zards in the Guardian Arena challenge, he decided that it was time to do what Sage Uldor had asked. He hardly escaped the tower. When he won over the zards, the arena filled with excited guardians, many asking Dave to spar with them, others asking him to train under them, still others requesting to train under him, it was a mess. Mia saw this very soon and quickly realized that Dave's best chance was to escape the mob. She had pulled him through the secret exit she used to flee the arena when the zards attacked, where it was safe. From that point, he had left the tower and headed due northwest to Darkovia.

Dave looked at the setting sun directly in front of him. Maybe he had traveled too far west to find who he was looking for. He decided that the best way to complete his mission was to stay alive, and in order to do that, he needed shelter for the night. His eye caught a dilapidated castle a short march away. He hopped to it, intent on making the castle before full nightfall.

His trot was interrupted very quickly. Something, some shadowy figure barred his passage. It had bluish hair and armor. Its skin was a dark charcoal gray with stitches running all through it. The face was masked.

The assailant put a single fist up, as if to say, "Do not come any closer." Dave, of course, was undeterred. Instead of signaling again, it attack. The already raised fist launched off of its arm and punched Dave squarely in the chest. Dave was glad for his new armor, as he hardly felt anything. He drew his sword, which had been given power by the Light lord.

Dave waited for the MechaZombie to attack again. Both circled the other, looking for an opening. The MechaZombie got tired of circling very quickly and proceeded to fire off another shot. Dave was ready. He dodged the blow nimbly and swung the sword across the chain connecting the fist to the arm. Instead of snapping the chain, all Dave accomplished was having a chain wrapped around his sword. And the zombie still had another hand to use, which it did. The fist shot forward.

Dave swung at the fist with his free hand and landed a decent blow. It knocked the fist off course, making it swing wildly out of control. Looping around a tree, it circled back to its master and gave him what-for. Now, with all ranged weaponry gone, the zombie proceeded to run at Dave. Using the chains and fists as anchors, it leapt into the air and swung a kick at Dave. Dave bowed deeply and came up, just as the zombie was above him. The zombie fell to the ground, off balance and with no way to get back up. Dave wondered aloud, "I wonder if zombies can die the same way as humans."

Dave reached for the neck. His fingers gripped it delicately, and with a swift motion, snapped it. The zombie jerked, then lay still. Dave retrieved his sword.

Dave trekked on, wondering what kind of monster he would encounter next when he found that the answer was right in front of him, in the form of a Lesser Droag. It looked like something you'd find in the toilet of a sickly person. Its four heads stood atop the large mass of rotting flesh and unstable legs. Dave coughed disgustedly. The Droag hadn't spotted him yet. If he made a surprise attack, he might be able to kill it quickly. Droags were known to drag out battles with the inexperienced.

Dave dashed forward and swung the light sword up, cutting away one of the four head instantly. The sharp blade sliced through the rotted flesh like warm butter. Dave spun and swung again, taking away the second head. In a continued arc, he swung again, decapitating the third head. The final head finally caught on with what was going on and made the whole body back away as quickly as possible, but to no avail. Dave had stood still for a moment, anticipating a counter attack. Upon receiving none, he continued the assault. The fourth and final head was caught unawares by Dave's blade. The Droag fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

Dave treaded on. He reached the castle within minutes of total darkness. He entered, looking for a suitable camping ground. Passing in one of the hallways, he saw something move. Whether by fortune or fate, Dave followed his curiosity down the hall, where he found himself staring into the glowing red eyes of a fully matured Werepyre. It was ten feet tall, completely covered in fine black fur. Its wings, however, were not. They were huge and leathery. The claws were the size of tennis rackets and the foot paws were the size of hub caps. The snout was elongated and vicious, with fangs as big as butcher knives and twice as sharp showing in a terrifying sneer. The ears poked up like bat ears. The build was lycan, but the finish was vampire.

Dave said the first thing that came to mind. "So, are you going to say something, or just stand there and look ugly? Make your move!"

The werepyre snarled. "YOU--- are not the first who has found my keep of solitude, from where I watch over all the fools who think they have power. They do not know true power! I am master of the night, Lord of Twilight, Guardian of the Moon!" He stood at his full height and beat his wings. He roared to the heavens for all to hear, "I am WOLFWING! The master of all werepyres!"

Dave was truly terrified by this awesome display of might. He receded back to the old self he used to know. "You are, are you? You sound like you're applying for a job."

Wolfwing bent low and said in a barely audible gasp, "You dare mock me!" He swung with one of his might claws and grappled Dave. Palming his easily, Wolfwing slammed his against the wall. Dave sputtered in pain, but didn't allow Wolfwing to see his pain.

"Okay, you have my attention," Dave groaned aloud.

Wolfwing continued to sneer. "You were brave enough to find me, so I will offer you a choice: If you are already either a vampire or a werewolf, I can give you a greater gift… I can make you a WEREPYRE! You will have command over the powers of both vampires and werewolves, but you will not be welcomed by either side."

"So what's my other option?" Dave asked nonchalantly.

Wolfwing looked a little amused and annoyed at the same time. This little human was giving him cheek and he was still alive. Wolfwing mused this over in his head. "I'll eat you," he said simply.

"Hm, such a hard decision to make," Dave sighed sarcastically.

Wolfwing was in no mood for any more antics. "Choose. NOW."