This was a strange place, filled with strange things.
He was running, and that was the only reason he deigned to step foot here.
That was his first thought when he stepped foot within the domain of what the other wanderers described as the Lost Lands. Lands that should not exist, where mysterious things happen for no good reason.
He had not wandered for long, and was stronger than most other wanderers. He was used to being first, used to fighting and winning.
Then he met her. Like the others, he was shocked at the ferocious look of the massive she-wolf in front of him. She glowed violently purple, flames leaking from her eyes. Obviously, this was a pack leader.
He was wise to submit before this hellhound made him her lunch. And she brought him back.
He met a stange assortment of wolves, of all pelts and personalities. He also met the Hellhound's children, and that's when his troubles began.
The voices, they won't stop! They won't go away! Get AWAY!
NOT SO TOUGH NOW ARE YOU? ARROGENT WHELP.
NOT ALL ARE AS STRONG AS THOSE WHO WALK IN OUR SHADE. YOU, WEAKLING, ARE NOT.
He snarled to himself. The voices were right. He was barely strong enough best a pup. Any pack member was strong enough to tear him from limb to limb.
"Is it the voices?"
He whipped around. The empty clearing suddenly held an additional little adolecent.
"I can help."
~&~
That young pup turned out to be Aureate Innocence, the First Leader's son.
There were dragons that followed behind him. The voices shrank back from him.
The young adult taught him how to scout, letting him gain experience and strength. Soon, he will go to a new biome, and become even stronger.
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Scattered Rose Petals
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