Dean woke up, but he realized that he wasn't where he began his slumber. The place resembled a cave. "What," he thought.
He looked around for any sign of familiarity with his surroundings. Unfortunately, he had no recollection of the cave.
"How did I get here?"
He then heard two voices outside the cave.
"Die, you miserable mutt," spoke one.
"You first, you spineless traitor," spoke the other.
Dean's eyes grew wide with the realization of who those voices belonged too. Dean had so many questions, but ,right now, they would have to wait. He leapt out of the cave to see a ginormous wolf fighting a human with a sword. They are in a valley. Dean was speechless at what he was witnessing. Waya and the man are fighting. They are evenly matched as it seems. Each of them are laying hits and bites on the other. Then, the unexpected happened. Red smoke began to envelop the two. Like snakes, they coiled themselves around the wolf while all the damage that the man took had been healed. Waya was entrapped by the red smoke. He was unable to move, unable to dodge. The man was prepared to take this opportunity to deal the killing blow. Dean ran in to stop it, but as he got between Waya and the blade, the blade went right through him. He looked at his body, but found no wound. He then saw everything around him crumbling. The environment began to shift, to morph, into something far more sinister. Everything turned to black and all that Dean could see was black and red. Everything Dean saw before was now transformed into a ginormous red cloud. The cloud radiated evil, malicious, and murderous intent. To top it all off, it began to laugh. It laughed at Dean's torment.
"Hahahahaha, Dean...Dean...Dean, sweet, adorable, stupid Dean. You really are a moron. You were at one place before you fell asleep, but now you are in an unknown environment, but since you see your loved one about to bite it, you push aside those questions. You didn't even consider if this was a dream." The voice was all around the boy.
"Yeah, you think you know all about me, but you got me all wrong. I considered this to be a dream, but I hoped it wasn't because I know that if I was dreaming, then I would have to see your ugly cloud."
"Well, I will give you that. You are right, you are going to have to see me, but I am here to-."
"SHUT IT, I am sick and tired of this, why not put away the costume and face me Julius! Oh wait, that's right, you can't, because my mom, dad, and Waya are going to kick your butt, and you can't find me." The boy faked an extremely smug grin. He thought he had the voice silenced, but it was short lived."
"Wait, you think I am that poor excuse of a sorcerer. Now that is just insulting."
The smoke then began to manifest itself once more. This time it scaled down.
"I am going to show you just what exactly you have been seeing for the past few months. Your lap dog won't save you from this."
The cloud grew smaller and smaller. It stopped shrinking once it was eye to eye with the boy.
"Are you prepared to see me, prepared to gaze upon my glory."
The cloud then formed a human-like shape, it then formed two red glowing eyes. The next thing he saw was the body. The body of this thing was grey. The skin of it was grey. It had long claws on its hands and feet. The strangest of all, this creature possessed a tail. This tail resembled that of a wolf. Dean couldn't see the full face, but the eyes looked mad, filled with rage, and showed someone with a very sadistic mind set. He then saw a mouth of a creature only from nightmares. They were long canines, almost fang-like protrusions coming out of the entity's mouth. The rest of the head was covered by clouds.
"Are you ready to see who is behind the mask," spoke the voice.
"Well, too bad," the voice began to laugh, but then let out a huge roar, and this shook Dean awake. He quickly jumped up from his slumber, and saw that he was back at the den with everyone else. It was morning, and Dean was under den arrest. For once we was thankful for this occurrence. He decided to try and sleep. He was tired, and he wanted answers. He was going to try and dream this thing up again.
It is now morning in Mexico, Chihuahua, Mexico to be exact, and Waya had just woken up. He stretches and walks out of his den. He looks into the forest. It is a very beautiful morning, and this puts a smile on his face. He walked to a nearby river to drink. He looks at his reflection and smiles.
"Hello warrior," he spoke.
He bent down to drink and got his drink. He then quickly jumped away from a blade. If he moved a second later, Waya would have breathed his last breath.
Waya's eyes glowed blue he fired a blue beam from his mouth. A tree was immediately sliced, and it toppled over.
"Man, if I moved a second later, that beam would of had my name on it," the man moved from behind the tree next to the fallen, splintered, charcoal, that once stood tall.
"Why are you toying with me," asked the wolf.
"I wanted to make sure you were the real one, so I can savor this moment, and mark this location as where the last of the Amarocks is slain."
"Don't count me out just yet. I may not look like it, but I am not just a stupid brute."
"Oh I know, but how do you intend to fight me, when you couldn't beat my sister. You certainly couldn't win against my brother-in law, and well I-"
"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK THEIR NAMES. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT AFTER WHAT YOU DID." The enraged animal lowered his voice, for he could not yell anymore. The pain he felt forbade it.
"I wasn't there to stop you, I was in that cursed mask. Now that I am here, the family I once loved, the man I considered my brother, the brother that now stands before me, are gone. I now see a shadow of the man that I once respected. A hollow shell, a coward, spineless, wretched TRAITOR! I now have one thing in this world to protect. I will die before I let you lay a hand on him." With that, the wolf snarled and bared his teeth.
"Well then, it seems the big bad wolf is sad now, why don't you lie down like the good dog that you are and-"
The man was taken off guard by a sharp pain in his leg. He looked down to see a massive wolf head clamping down on his leg. The wolf then threw the man into a tree. The tree shattered under the force at which the man was thrown. The man quickly stood up and brushed off his coat. He didn't have a scratch on him.
"Well that was just rude." The man looked around for Waya and his clone, but saw that he was completely alone.
"Dang it, not this again. Now I have to find you again."
The man looked down and noticed a wolf print. He then put his hand in the print and his eyes glowed dark purple. He then saw small traces of magic radiating a small trail for the man to see.
"Stupid dog, your magic is leaking from you. It is probably because you have been using so much of it. You're leaking, and I intend to end this game of ours quicker than you think."
The man followed the small trail, but remained cautious. He decided to circle around the trail in case of a trap. The man held his hand out and he began to hear the brush break. He then felt something land in his grasp. He looked at his hand and smiled at his sword that landed in his grasp. He continued to follow the magic trail. It actually took him an hour or two of following to find where Waya had gone off too. He came across a clearing in the forest. In that clearing, he found a lone Waya laying in the center. He was breathing heavily, and looked as though he was on the verge of death. The man laughed and continued to walk into the clearing. This clearing was a massive circle, and stretched all around the two individuals.
"You tired yourself out Waya. You always did that when fighting. I knew you would too, but I didn't think it would take you this short of time."
"Well Julius, it looks like we both were disappointed," rasped the wolf.
"Indeed, I think I will put you out of my misery now." Julius then stabbed the wolf in the chest, and the wolf laid there, motionless, lifeless...
For about a second, until it turned to smoke, and a message was revealed under the clone. This message made Julius' blood boil. Written in the dirt, the message read.
GAME OVER
I WIN
YOU SUCK
Julius then heard laughing coming from the bush. He then launched his arm forward in order to shoot a magic beam, but ,to his surprise, nothing happened.
The real Waya came out of the bush, and smiled at the man with amusement.
"I will wipe that smirk off your face," growled the man. He then tried to fire another magic blast, but, like the first one, nothing appeared."
"What did you do to me," spoke the frightened man.
"I have not done anything to you yet, but do not worry, our time is coming."
Julius was then thrown to the the ground. He tried to get up, but he then felt four more bodies on top of him. He looked up to see five Waya clones holding him down.
"Where is my strength. I should be able to lift these pieces of filth with no problem, and why can't I use my magic?"
"You have been captured. This whole circle has been planted with signs by me, with my blood, in order to prevent you from using your power. You are as strong as a human now."
The man looked around him, and he quickly noticed that the wolf was telling the truth. He looked under a bush, and saw something scribed in the dirt with blood running through it. The man looked at the massive wolf with fear in his eyes.
"Oh, are you scared? You have not seen anything yet. Here comes my favorite part. I am going to make you feel pain so unimaginable. The problem is that your pain will end, but the pain you caused me will last me an eternity. Waya then put his paw on Julius' head and he began to chant in a whisper.
The man then began to feel something. He hasn't felt this in a long time, pain. The excruciating feeling of someone reaching deep inside and ripping something out. His eyes changed from dark purple to the normal brown. Waya's eyes changed colors as well. They became the different shades of blue, and eventually this built up, and Waya shot a large bluish purple beam into the sky. It then vanished and the clones got off of the now sore Julius. Julius looked at his hands and felt something that terrified him, weaker.
"Why do I feel weaker?"
"Before my brother "departed," he bestowed to me knowledge of how to cripple anyone in the family in case anyone turned evil, so I used your Achilles heal on you, and my oh my, I love the results."
"How long will this last?"
"Forever. It is a spell that cripples your abilities. You can no longer use magical blasts, or be freakishly strong. I know you can still use some magic, but it is only element usage, and your sword levitation, your body can be hurt now, but it will heal. You can be killed much more easily now if you sustain too much damage. Other than those feats, you are unable to even attempt.
The look on the fiends face was priceless. He was absolutely distraught. He never thought Waya would put up so much of a fight, and now he will be weaker forever. He then mumbled something under his breath. Waya heard it loud and clear.
"Call me a dog all you want. I still beat you, I still win, and you still suck."
Waya quickly ducked as a fire ball shot at his head, but missed.
"You think this is enough to beat me? You think you've won? You haven't won anything. If anything, you made everything much more interesting for me, but now I will make you suffer for what you did to me."
"I know you will, but I did not intend to kill you. I just bought Dean time, and now you have no idea where he is. I also gave him a chance to beat you. He is a very skilled fighter. I will fight you now, and I intend to hurt you, a lot."
"We will see about that you filthy mutt."
"We sure will you spineless traitor."
Julius' sword returned to him, and he swung. Waya quickly dodged the swing and went in for a bite to the arm. He snapped but only caught air. He had no time to recover as he quickly dodged another swing of the sword. After this repeated two more times, Waya decided to change his attack strategy. Julius swung again, and he once again missed. Waya took the opportunity to execute his plan. He ran full speed into Julius' gut, and he landed a direct hit. His skull rammed into the man. Julius' sword was ripped from his hand, and he had the wind knocked out of him. He flew a few feet and hit the ground hard. Waya quickly ran to the downed human and got on top of him. He was trying to get his jaws around the mans throat. Julius quickly shielded his throat and let Waya clamp down on his arm. Waya then looked and saw that Julius' free arm began to glow. Waya quickly dislodged his jaws from the man's arm, and he jumped away from the fire blast. The man got up and retrieved his sword. A Waya clone was about to attack Julius from behind, but the clone was cut down before it could attack. More clones enveloped the man as he cut them down more and more. One managed to dodge the sword and jump towards the man. It managed to knock him to the ground. The real Waya ran in and clamped down on the mans shoulder. He screamed in pain.
"Enough!" The man's scream eclipsed the growls and snarls of the many clones surrounding him. He dropped his sword and his arm glowed purple and the other wounded arm glowed like fire. The sword began cutting down each and every clone, while the other arm burned other clones to a crisp. Waya managed to jump and dodge the sword and flames. He noticed another flame coming his way, and tried to dodge it. He tried to jump, but realized that he couldn't. He looked down and saw that his hind leg was engulfed by the earth around it. Waya turned his head and was immediately bombarded with the flames. Once it was over, Waya was down. He was covered in burns and his skeleton patches were blacked out by the burns. If a human saw him now, he would be mistaken for a large black bear. All the clones vanished and the man stood up. He was catching his breath as he walked to the charred wolf.
"That's it? You have taken worst hits than that. Surely you have more fight in you."
Waya just glared at the man before coughing and beginning to speak.
"That spell I casted on you used up most of my power, and healing properties. It was an "all or none" kind of deal."
"You used almost all your power just to cripple me, nearly died doing so, and you did all this for him."
"I will die for him."
"You are fighting a losing battle Waya. I am trying to save everyone and-,"
"Spare me your misunderstood hero sob story. I will intentionally die quicker than lay here another second and hear that monologue."
"Fine, but before you die, you are going to tell me something. Where...is...my...nephew?"
"I will never tell you."
"You may not, but your mind will."
Julius used the earth around him to restrain Waya. The wolf attempted to struggle, but it was useless, he was too weak to break free of his restraints. Julius put his hand on Waya's head and began to read his mind. He was seeing all of Waya's memories. He could see everything Waya saw. He noticed two places from the memories, Jasper, and Banff.
"Alberta," spoke the man.
"Well Waya, you have really narrowed down my search, and I shall go there right after I kill you."
"You may kill me, but you won't be going to Canada any time soon," rasped the wolf.
The man was confused, but the realization hit him and fear sunk in after that. He immediately tried to create a portal, but nothing appeared. He tried again, but he encountered the same outcome. Julius lost his ability to teleport. He was now stranded in Chihuahua, Mexico with no magical way of getting home. He let out a scream of frustration and ran his hands through his shoulder length black hair.
" Very well, you may have delayed his death, but that is all you have done. I will let you have that small, minuscule victory. any last words or requests?"
"Yes, my last words will be, he will be your downfall, and my final requests will be done now. I wish to pray."
"Waya, I didn't take you as a religious wolf. Very well, I will grant you this."
Waya began to whisper and his eyes began to glow. This made Julius uneasy.
"That was no prayer. What was that, liar?"
Waya's eyes returned to normal and he staggered to his paws.
"My final request," he spoke. He then bared his teeth.
"Well, I hope it was a good one, but now your time has come."
Julius readied his sword, and Waya launched one final attack.
Birds flew out of the trees around the battle, and into the air.
That evening, in a log cabin a few miles outside of Jasper, a man and his companion have bedded down and were prepared to sleep. The man then fell out of bed. He immediately held his head and tried to stagger to his feet. His companion rushed to his side to see if he was ok. He staggered to his feet and rushed to his bathroom. He opened his eyes and stepped back in shock. In the mirror he saw that he looked different. He had one brown eye, but when his other eye should of matched, it was a bright blue.
"What is this," thought the man.