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Chapter 6
The Rift forms
The Gathering of the Clans-Germania-near modern day Berlin
Things had taken a turn for Fransar. Fredrick decided at the last minute to cancel the vote on the animal destruction law. The Elders had decided to put all time, resources, and men possible into the search for the Nanlons.
A pamphlet was handed out to the soldiers. On it was written these words, "To be found. The Nanlons. Dead or Alive. Reward of one million marks. Five hundred thousand extra marks to be rewarded for any head."
Falort Castle- crafting guild
The Wolfes were pumping out everything that they would have ever needed. They also had in the night of their change from the Nanlon clan to the Wolfe clan finished off the entire stock of the Fountain of Youth water. The entire four hundred gallons was swallowed by the twenty three Wolfes and, after Lorege had requested it, Rano and Floriv.
They were lucky.
One month later, Falort castle
The scouts the Elders hired had arrived at the walls.
They looked at each other. They both nodded. They knew this was what the Elders had told them about. And they were not going to turn around for the amount of money they were being paid.
So, when they got to the gate, the older one knocked on the tremendous door.
After he had knocked five times, a small door in the gateway opened. A man came out with a bow. They laughed. But then the man imitated a wolf's howl. Wolfe De la Harpe had used the signal agreed upon by both him and Wolfe Block. Nine Wolfe archers including Block stepped out of the forest. They notched their bows.
1 month after the events that transpired at Falort Castle- near modern day Berlin
"WHERE ARE THE SCOUTS!?!" roared Fredrick.
"We-we-we-we don't know sir," stuttered an underling.
Fredrick picked up his iron sword. He slowly drew it out of its scabbard. It shone with a ruddy hue, as if covered with rust.
"Do you know what happens to people who fail me?" Fredrick was as calm as death.
Everyone knew what happened.
To the underling's relief and surprise, the rider he had sent to watch the scouts came running into the hall.
"My liege," he reported, trying to catch his breath. "I have bad news. I have lost all visual contact with the scouts."
The underling fell to his knees and almost squealed with fear. The man gave him a puzzled look. He then followed his line of sight to Fredrick. He saw anger scrawled over Fredrick's face like writing on a scroll. He also saw Fredrick change his grip on his sword.
The Village of Armandor- Falort Castle
After the Wolfes had developed the Falort Castle they began the building of Armandor. Armandor would allow the Wolfes to have a place to call their own. Near the castle was a lake that was fed by salt water rivers. It was the perfect trading point and strategic as well. The castle and village looked like part of the forest.
But as prosperity grew, a rift split the Wolfes. Torgue had become increasingly thirsty; thirsty for the Elder's blood. Lorege knew that going after the Elders now would seal the demise they were fighting for. Torgue thought that Lorege was losing his mind from staying with the wolves everyday.
He sent the Lorege into exile in The Land of the Fountain. He would not be alone. The wolves said they would accompany him along with ten other Wolfes, including Block, De la Harpe, the rest of Lorege's brothers and sisters, and some of his uncles and aunts.
When Lorege heard about the news, he was devastated. Rano and the wolves took it even worse. Rano knew that Torgue was catalyzing the predicted events.
The largest ship ever to be built by mankind was in construction. It would be able to hold the eleven Wolfes and the one hundred thousand member pack, now consisting of wolves, wrogs, foxes, and other canines.
A long trek awaited them. And a surprise that would change their existence.
Three wolf years later- The Gale Strider
Although it was, and still is, the largest ship ever built, The Gale Strider was the fastest sailing ship. It could move an astounding one hundred and fifty knots with the slightest of breezes. In storm class winds, it could move over three hundred knots while staying in one piece. It would take only months to reach their destination. But trouble was brewing back home.
Armandor- the meeting hall