(A/N A tips from me, is to read the myth/fairytale/legend-thingy. Who know when that might be important *wink wink*)

Chapter 23: The Great Wolf

"Once," Cashmére begun, "when the Easter Snowplains, the Western Snowplains, the Soutern and the Northern Snowplains were one, there was a great war amongst four brothers and their sister. The brothers and their sister were sons and daughters to the regme-"

"Regme?" Marcia wondered.

"The king, Mar." Joseph answered.

"Oh."

"However," Cashmére cleared her throat, "the brother's were sons of the great regme of the Great Snowplains. The brother's were named Pascal, Esmond, Cyprian, Perpetuna and... and..."

"Gideon." Lucian said.

"Yes, Gideon. Than you, Lucian." Cashmére replied, then continude, "So, the brothers and their sister fought about the throne. At last, they understood that the fighting was useless; they weren't going anywhere, anyways. So, they decied to sort out who would be the best regme. They did so, by at first choosing which kind of personality would be the best for a regme: Pascal thought wisdom, Esmond strenght, Cyprian charisma, Perpetuna justice, and Gideon thought that the ability to use magyk was the most important trait. Once again, the siblings started fighting. All of them though that their trait was the most important. At last, they figured out that the one person who had the most of these important traits would be the new regme. They did a few tests, and then they found out that Perpetuna was the most fitting for the work. Her brother's greeted her kindly, and allowed her to be the new regme... or rather regian. Perpetuna ruled for six ears and six days, but then something went horrably wrong... Perpetuna was a wizard, and a very good one, but one day, when she was experimentationg with her magyk, she happend to look out her window. She saw a big wolf outside, and lost concentration. The spell she was trying to creathe backfired, and she found herself being a wolf. Black hairs grew out all over her body, and she grew a tale. She was the first one to create and use a transformation-spell. Her husband had heard her horrified screams, and then her howls as she got turned into a wolf. He wasn't as clever as his lovely wife, and when he saw the wolf stand in the tatters of his wifes dress, he let out a scream in pain and agony. At once, he cut the wolf's head of with his sword."

"How horrable!" Marcia said.

"Yes." Cashmére replied, "However, even though Perpetuna had died, her spirit lived on. She saw her brother's mourn her, and she knew that, as soon as they had stopped mouring, they would start fighting over her throne. Indeed, she had a son, but he was too young to rule. As she watched them fight once again, five teardrops roled down from her eyes. As they hit the ground, the transformed into five different objects. The first turned into a pen, the second a sword, the third a necklace, the fourth a balance, and the fifth a shield. Perpetuna did not know what they all were made for, and let out a howl in frustration. Her father, who was a ghost, heard her and came to her to see what was wrong. She told him that she did not know what the object were made for, and her father told her. 'The pen,' said the regme, 'Is the pen of the Wise. Whoever holds it, will know exactley what to do. Breathe on it, regian, and give it life.' Perpetuna did so, and her father continude: 'The sword is the sword of the Powerful. The one who holds it near, will win any battle. Breathe on it, daughter, and give it life.' Once again, Perpetuna did so, and her father continude: 'The necklace is the necklace of the Charismatic. Whoever wears it will know exactley what to say, and will be able to convince anyone. Breathe on it, wolf, and give it life. Perpetuna did as her father had told her to, and he continude: 'The balance is the balance of the Just. If you holds it in your hands, you will know exactley what is the right thing to do, and what the wrong thing is. Breathe on it, human, and give it life.' Perpetuna did as the ghost said, and he continude: 'The shield is the shield of the Wizard. It saves it's owner from any kind of negative magyk. Breathe on it, Lupa, and give it life.' Lupa- for that was her name now- breathed on the shield. 'Now, daughter, go to your brothers and tell them to stop their fighting. Give them the objects that they'd like the best, and tell them to split the land in four.' 'But father, they do not understand what I'm saying." the wolf said. 'That is no longer a problem of yours, daughter.' her father replied, 'You are now Lupa, the Great Wolf of the Snowplains, and the Guardian of the Rulers. They will know what you tell them.' When she had heard that, Lupa rushed of to her brothers, with the items. She gave the pen to Pascal, the sword to Esmond, the necklace to Cyprian and the shield to Gideon, and then she told them to split up the country in four different countries. Pascal became the regme of the Eastern Snowplains, Esmond became the regme of the Northern, Cyprian became regme of the Western and Gideon over the northern. Lupa gave the balance to them, and they buried it with her body on the Fleeting Island. All of the brother's were good regmes, and ruled for many years, always mourning their sister. Their children became, after them, also regmes. Lupa is still out there somewhere, waiting to be called to do justice for the last time."

"But... the first emperor, his name was Amborsius." Marcia said.

"Ah, yes." Lucian said, "But these were the first regmes, Ambrosius was born hundreds of years earlier."

"Oh." Marcia nodded, "But... do justice for the last time?"

"It is believed that Abmrosius called to help him keep peace over the country in his time, and then it's said that she has been called five other times." Cashmére replied.

"But isn't it all a conspiracy?" Marcia wondered, "Like-"

"No." Lucian said, "I belive it, lord Tantibus do, too... The Wise Seven do. Everyone do."

Marcia shook her head. "It... just doesn't make any sense to me." she replied, "And the objects... where are they now?"

"Well, we have the necklace and the pen." Lucian answered, "They are rarely used, but we have them. The other ones is believed to be lost. Is that enough proof to you, miss Overstrand?"

Marcia muttered something, and everyone went silent for a while. Finally, they reached the end of the tunnel. Fittingly, the door to the stables was a painting of a wolf. Lucian pushed it aside, and they found themselves in the royal stable of the palace.