A/N Okay, so this is where a lot of the lore is. Really, ask questions if you want to know something or just don't understand something. Thank you for sticking with this story. Annnd here comes the nerdgasms.. Enjoy!


The war that had been tearing the entire Continent of Magentium apart had cost millions their lives and continued to rage even after three centuries of all out warfare. The Continent was divided between a little over two hundred kingdoms who of which most had a common trait. Greed. And with this greed came men who would do anything to get what they want. The area Anna lived in was widely unsettled and secluded in the no man's land between the three factions, making her usual hit and run raid on war caravans and other military tradesmen coming through this part of her province easy to get away with, even though the caravans she did hit were usually Nahti.

The Province of Idune was separated into 9 different kingdoms and monarchies. To the North and West, the English speaking Ami and Nuhns. To the East, a mix of English and Dutch speaking people known as Nahti resided mainly along the coast. And to the South, an Asian minority had found its way onto the map known as the Jachs. The Ami Kingdoms of Ashtyun, Bodisa, and Hardreach and the Nuhn Kingdoms of Firemount, and Zephyr were the dominating factions in the province with the one Jach kingdom, Ukati, being the most peaceful throughout its territory making it a prime target for the Nahti. The Nahti, a war loving and power hungry people, connected their three Kingdoms of Zuli, Figstrayt, and Gorga to create the Sovant Empire and shut their borders down to all from the outside. As time went on, however, the Nahti had built an army and started attacking across its border on all fronts of the other factions. Between and outside of these borders sat independent and neutral kingdoms, some leaning towards one side or the other, other's keeping their distance intentionally. These include the Kingdoms of Bellrose, Arendelle, Carona, Malrukai and many others.

Three years later, the Ami and Nuhns joined forces just to hold the easternmost kingdom of Hardreach, the kingdom closest to the border that seem to be growing closer. The Nahti hadn't forgotten about the Jachs and invaded their territory with great ferocity and little regard for the villages, much less the people occupying them. The Ami/Nuhn Pact, known as the Sil Dreg Alliance, moved parts of their army they could spare into Ukati in order to fend off the invaders. Ukati was the center of the Jachs territory and also a center of trade, commerce, knowledge, military organization, and socialization. It soon fell to siege, being cut off from its Sil Dreg allies to the Northwest and Western directions.

To end the Siege of Ukati, the Alliance sent in a legion of five thousand specially bred and trained soldiers called The Wolf Pack. The Wolves stood over a foot taller than its Nahti opponents and almost twice the muscle mass, making them supreme killing machines across the battlefield. But the Wolf Pack soldiers had something in them that the Nahti hadn't expected. An emotion, some called it; others simply deemed it to be a demon in men that was locked away until the holder called upon it. But what it really was was a tool for the soldier who bared it to use during his time of need that the Wolves called The Beast. It took over whatever the soldier had left and it didn't matter if he had lost an appendage, the thing inside would give him the strength to still fight until he had died. After the soldier had exhausted the energy of this unknown strength, they would typically black out or be too exhausted to move, bringing meaning to the title Wolf, as the wolf in nature will die fighting to the point of exhaustion.

The Wolf Pack ended the siege only losing close to forty of their own and killing nearly twenty times that. The Nahti were in full retreat after tales of of the Wolves spread from the frontlines reached their commanders in their capitol Kingdom of Figstrayt. With the Wolves and other Sil Dreg military returning to their home territory, the Jachs built their military to defensive standards and settled in for a long conflict. Over the next two hundred years, the Alliance had pushed the Nahti back to their Empire's capital, creating another two Wolf Pack Legions to keep the onslaught proceeding with full force.

The Wolves dominated the frontlines of battle, being sent on what would be suicide for the average Alliance soldier and making the enemy think twice about facing off. The Battle of Jasont, a large walled city on the Jach-Nahti border, took place not long after the Wolves had single handedly conquered the City-Kingdom of Gorga. Nahti commanders had seen what was about to happen and sent twenty thousand of their new conscripts and stationed them a few miles to the NorthEast of the now burning fallen city.

The battle lasted for three days, day and night. After losing over sixteen thousand, the Nahti retreated, leaving three and a half miles of blood, flesh, steel, bone, and ash behind. The Wolves, which had only had seven thousand at the battle had fought till only nine hundred seventy were left. Most to exhausted to even stand, others had blacked out on the field and were being carried back to a base camp just outside of the city. In the two years after the battle, all the surviving soldiers were sent back home to train the new bloods, who had just turned military age, in their newfound experience with combat and their use of The Beast, several becoming commanding officers in a newly formed third and fourth Wolf legion.

Anna remembered the Battle of Jasont vividly. She had nightmares about it, sometimes, but they weren't about the killing and slaughtering of other human beings. They were about the Dead Ones. The creatures she faced when she woke from the exhaustion The Beast had put on her. The Dead Ones were the most rare sight on a battlefield, only appearing during the night after a battle. Their boney, black silhouettes moving across the dead battlefield, eating the dead and slowly and painfully tearing away at the living until they bled out, screaming in agony. Ancient lore from the Azavi, an ancient lost civilization, showed them tearing apart bodies and carrying them to their dens where they slept until they sensed the hatred and anger from battle and awakening to repeat the process. Few had ever escaped them. Anna was lucky when she got away.

Anna was born into the Wolves. She had held her first real sword at the age of five and had her first kill, a Nahti captive, the day that she turned thirteen. Over the next four years, she was put through training only a Wolf could go through. The average man and woman just didn't have the muscle, senses, or enhanced focus it took to complete it. Even though she was shorter and not as brawn as the other Wolves, she didn't let it affect her, being the top of her training battalion. At the age of seventeen, she had been on the frontlines at the Siege of Gorga and later the Battle of Jasont, earning her title as Captain of the third Wolf Pack Legion. Her training with The Beast and steadfast hold on the battlefield proved to be unmatched even by her more experienced comrades.

After the grueling training that she put the newbloods through, and had gotten some practice with bartering with the local merchants, she was offered a contract from Nuhn royals to be a guard and escort them through Nahti held territory to Ukati for a higher pay than she usually got in two months, with which she accepted immediately. The royals who had hired her spread her name to their associates and friends making her a go-to sword for hire in the province. The next two years in the legion were largely uneventful for her and as the mercenary contracts came and the Nahti seemed close to surrendering, she began to enjoy the high profits. She resigned from the Legion and took up mercenary work, taking part in many battles with the Jachs, who hired her often, and scoring smaller target bounties along her way.

After some time, Anna built a small cottage to live in while she was between clients and collected her war treasures there in several secret compartments and stashes only the keenest of eyes could locate. She was known throughout the Province as a professional mercenary with no pity or remorse for her targets. The Nahti simply called her Anna The Soulless for her brutal tactics and uncaring manner throughout her short career. Now nineteen, she has a full mercenary career and a meeting coming up with a potential rich client. All the while, the Nahti reportedly are regrowing in strength and most concerningly, have a new weapon up their sleeve.


A/N i feel terrible about this chapter lol. It was from when I was fourteen, so bear with it! Remember if you have any questions just ask.. Also, if you think i should just stop this story right here, tell me, because im not even sure if this is that good.. As always, favorite if you liked it, follow if you want to be notified when I update, and leave a review! Tell me how im doing, advice, what you think, etc. etc. Thanks guys! and Girls!