• Chapter 1 Who are You?

    Deep within the common town of Vindea Chome, of the continent DragonTane, laid a local tavern called the Dream Weaver. It was the gathering point of almost every word of gossip that hit Vindea Chome. You can guess that the common customers are young ladies and males, with the occasional toughened worker and tired working woman. Oddly enough in the far corner of the taverns bar sat a woman with long flowing midnight hair and matching gown.

    No matter the lighting, her corner was always coated in shadows and she rarely spoke, and ordered only water. Being a kind hearted man he was, the bartender tried to make conversation but the woman spoke little and seemed too lost in a trance.

    “I can’t believe it!” A young woman chimed as she and four other women, all young, came into the tavern.

    “What?” The others asked.

    The first woman blushed, “I saw a member of Northern Wind Clan in our little town.

    “No way, he’s single?” The girls asked.

    “Maybe? He was so hot. Deep purple hair, silver ears and tail, endless deep blue eyes, and he even had a wolf companion.” She waved the waiter over and ordered five Stardust Chillers. “I feel like hunting him down and ripping that tunic of his right off!”

    The woman in the corner snorted at the young woman’s fantasy of getting an exotic man in bed. “Huh, a purple haired wolf-demon…Hmm” She there upon sipped her water.

    The forth woman began to snicker. “I hear there is a Silver Blossom Cat-demon with wild copper hair who is also looking for the purple haired wolf demon.”

    The women leaned in closer to hear the whole story just as the woman in the corner got to her feet and left a gold coin on the bar counter; after more then what she owed. She glided through the tavern like a snake through grass only to stop at the five young women’s table.

    “Stay away from what you don’t understand. Other risk your lives for it.”

    The women turned to face the speaker with disgusted looks but she was far gone, even the tavern door had shut. She had vanished into the night.

    The bartender sighed as he leaned on the counter. “Who was the woman?” He spoke as he admired the gold coin.

    “Who cares, some old hag.” The women hissed with wrinkled noses. Clearly the girls had never been told off.


    The night was cold in DragonTane forest, the chill cut through a wanders cloak like daggers. At his side was a frost white wolf that had just shaken off a coat of snow on to the wander that didn’t seem to notice. The wander just tightened his hood to keep the wind from biting at his wolf ears. . With the wander wearing an ice colored heavy cloak and his wolf companion wearing a snow-white coat, them seems to blend into the forest like a pile of snow. They walked on without really noticing anything until they came to a notice board in the forest; it was odd because these are usually on a trail leading from a town

    “What this?” The Wander asked out loud as he brushed away the snow on the board or that’s what it looked like. After a few brushes he noticed several Elvin runes on the sign.

    “Damn, let’s go.” The Wander said to the wolf and walked on; the notice board or what looked like a notice board was really part of an old tribe marker.

    “Sen’Gale, can you smell anything?” The Wander asked the wolf. Sen’Gale sniffed the air for a bit but in the end he shook his head.

    “Nothing….Hate this bloody forest we should have stayed at the temple in Vindea Chome.” The wander told the wolf in a pissed off voice.

    “You said lets go through DragonTane forest, I told you there wasn’t a town anywhere in this forest!” Sen’Gale snapped baring his fangs.

    “Don’t bare your fangs at me and besides you hated Vindea Chome.” The Wander snapped back baring his fangs.

    “That priestess wouldn’t leave me alone! She followed me everywhere she thinks I’m a holy wolf because I can talk!” Sen’Gale yelled then started walking.

    “Can you blame her?” The Wander snickered.

    “Yes! “ Sen’Gale snorted. “Now can we please change the subject? Windra, I have an image of her face stuck in my head.” Sen’Gale snapped.

    The Windra just laughed.

    Sen’Gale just glared at Windra as they walked on through the snow. After two hours of walking Windra become extremely bored and having a conversion with Sen’Gale seemed to be the best cure.

    “Gale?” Windra asked

    “Yeah.” Sen’Gale replied.

    “Why do you hate human?” Windra asked as he watched an heir speed by.

    “Humans don’t understand me, they fear what they don’t understand, and they think I’m some kind of demon. Hah, like they even know what a true demon looks like, but I don’t know I just do. You must know how I feel being a half-demon and all.” Sen’Gale explained.

    “I don’t care, truth be told. I don’t understand any of the races in this word. Though I have heard of a tribe of Elves who live in the forest with no cities, towns, and they understand an animal’s feelings and half demons.” Windra told Sen’Gale.

    “Sounds like any Elvin tribe, hell it sounds like any old Elvin city. What makes these so special?” Sen’Gale asked sounding annoyed.

    “I don’t know it’s just these elves are different somehow….I read about them in a scroll and it wasn’t every detail, so give me a break.” Windra replied now annoyed.

    Sen’Gale just sighed but stopped.

    “What’s wrong?” Windra asked.

    “Perfume and horses? Windra you can’t tell me you don’t smell it or hear it, you have as keened senses as I do.” Sen’Gale said as he sniffed the air more and perked his ears up.

    “Windra snow cloak now!” Sen’Gale yelled shortly after he asked Windra sound the sounds and smell.

    “What?” Windra asked but quickly chanted; he then he clapped his hands together and a cover of snow cloaked them.

    “Shhh and watch.” Sen’Gale whispered to Windra as they watched the area from beneath the cover.

    After a few moments of silence a high pitch scream filled the woods causing snow to fall from branches and Windra to wail in pain.

    “Damn it! What the hell! I think my ears are bleeding!” Windra howled as he rugged his ears.

    “Agh, you think I heard it any softer…Windra where are you going?” Sen’Gale cried as he shook his head.

    “Find out what happened and give that woman a piece of my mind!” Windra barked.

    “Some wolf you are.” Sen’Gale said under his breath.

    “Half-wolf demon!” Windra snapped.

    Meanwhile…”Where is it?” A dark being snapped as it grabbed a young female human with gold hair by her collar.

    “I don’t have it, I swear!” The woman pleaded as she tried to pull away but only dug here nails into the beings arms.

    “Lies! Now where is it?!” Another Dark being asked but this one held a dagger at her throat.

    “Put her down now because if you don’t she will scream and at this range by ears will bleed, so put her down now!” Windra snapped as he walked up to from the shadows.

    “Who are you, ordering us around?” The beings snapped at Windra.

    “Dark Elves? What are those, you chased her while riding shadow of horses?” Windra asked now puzzled. A Shadow Horse, he had heard of many horses but not of one that was a shadow. It gave Windra a sinking feeling in his stomach.

    “Wolf ears? You’re a half demon.” The Elf with the dagger replied seeing the faint outline of wolf ears under Windra hood.

    “Wow, Dark Elves aren’t as stupid as I thought, anyway put her down or else.” Windra laughed.

    “Or what?” They both asked no realizing that they had paid no addition to the wolf lurking in the behind them.

    “Too late, look behind you!” Windra laughed even harder at the sight behind them. Sen’Gale had killed the shadows by biting deep into their necks. Oddly there was no blood; they just vanished in a puff of black mist.

    “You’ll pay, but we’ll deal with you later. Now tell us where it is!” The elves yelled then turn to the woman.

    “I threw it into the Gateway so no one you ever use it!” The woman yelled back as she dug her nails deeper.

    “You whore! Kill her.” The Elf holding her yelled and threw her to the ground.

    Just as the elf was pulling out his sword and the other moving to slit the woman’s throat they heard another blade sliding against its sheath. Windra had a fire burning in his ocean blue eyes, he couldn’t stand the sight of a person being killed, to make him madder the elves had a dark aura and the woman was defenseless. In the blink of an eye Windra stood behind the elf with the dagger. His sword of the Northern Winds out and his arm stretched; blood dripped from it as he stood.

    A mere second pasted before the elf in front of Windra coughed up blood and fell over dead into the snow, blood still dripping from his mouth.

    “I gave you fare warning now leave or end up like your friend.” Windra growled as he turned his head to the last elf; fangs shining in the light of the ending day.

    “What are you?!” The Elf yelled in a terrified voice as he backed away.

    “Your worst nightmare, now leave!” Windra roared in a demonic voice, but just as Dark Elf was about to leave he collapsed…dead. Windra and Sen’Gale quickly looked over to see the woman smiling triumphly, she had a throwing dagger in her hand but put it but into a pouch on her belt when she was sure he was dead.

    “Who are you?” Windra asked in his normal voice as he washed the blood from his blade and then sheathed it. Again another odd sight, the blood was coal black, not deep red or deep violet like other Dark Elves.

    “I should be asking you that question, a half-demon huh?” The woman asked as she helped herself to her feet and brush off her dress; it was gold just like her hair but cover it gems and designs of great birds rising to the sky.

    “You know your way around a throwing dagger.” Sen’Gale said as he examined her carefully.

    She was a tall human female with long golden hair that was done into a bun and hung down to her shoulders. She had soft blue eyes that appeared to have seen great sorrow and around her neck was a silver chain, but what it held was hidden under her dress. Still, she was soft skinned and had a small nose which brought out her eyes.

    “What the hell!” The woman stammered with wide eyes at Sen’Gale.

    “Mystical wolf….anyway who are you?” Windra told her.

    “In big trouble, umm would you mind helping me to a temple not far from here, I’ll pay you.” The woman asked almost begging.

    “We don’t need money.” Sen’Gale told her.

    “Please, Thorn will love to meet you. Please I need your help.” The woman said now begging.

    “Sen’Gale, she needs us and besides we nothing else to do.” Windra sighed and glanced over at Sen’Gale who was staring into the forest.

    “Fine lead the way.” Sen’Gale said finally giving into this woman.

    “By the way who is this Thorn?” Windra asked as they began to walk onwards.

    “His full name is Cho’Thorn’La, but he prefers to be called Thorn and it’s easier. He’s well…you have to meet him to know.” The woman told them with a smile.

    “Who are you really? No normal woman can throw like that.” Sen’Gale asked eyeing her carefully.

    “I’m a protector or was one of a very special gem, that’s why those elves where after me. I’ll explain everything when we reach the temple.” The woman replied in a hurried tone. It was easy to tell that see was afraid, relieved, and nervous all the same time; humans.

    “By the why my name is Cingen’Loveth, it’s a pleasure.” The women continued.

    “Same here.” Windra and Sen’Gale replied with a smile; trying their best to hide their wolf fangs.

    After that they stay quiet for the most of the way to the temple, Windra really didn’t want to get to know this woman, she wasn’t ordinary. She was in a very expensive dress yet she knew how to kill in silence. She said she threw something into a gateway and was its protector.

    “Excuse me but may I ask who you are and what kind of sword that is?” Cingen asked pointing to the metal end cap of a handle that was pointing out from Windra’s cloak.

    “I’m just a wander and as for my sword it’s called the Northern Wind. I know little about it and I’ve had it since I was born.” Windra replied not even looking at Cingen eyeing his blade.

    “Ah ok.” She said and turned her gaze away from the blade. “Who is this demon and why does he wield a sword like that?” She thought to herself. She decided it would be best not to ask any more questions about Windra or his wolf but she just had to know more about him.

    It wasn’t long before Cingen had slowly but steadily gained a lead on the two. So Sen’Gale thought it best to talk about a rumor he had heard in the last city.

    “Windra, did you heard about those unnatural murders?”

    “No.” Windra replied coldly.

    “In the local tavern there was a rumor among some old men…” Sen’Gale began but stopped when he saw the demon flash in Windra’s eyes. His hatred for humans had provoked the inner demon. “They were talking about these odd murders that had been taking place.”

    “Huh, sounds like a normal human matter.” Windra replied softly.

    An hour of walking had past and still no temple in sight and the night was growing. This struck fear in the woman, she had heard stories about odd murders and that took place at night at night and she was traveling with two demons. With every step she wished the temple would come into view and save her from this demon; sadly no such luck. With barely choices left she moved her hand to her belt pouch and pulled a dagger into her sleeve.

    “Put that dagger away we’re not going to kill you.” Sen’Gale said seeing Cingen reach for another dagger. She froze when she heard Sen’Gale; she moved her gaze to see that wolf had been watching her.

    “Ah it’s not that I…ummm.” She mumble lost for words.

    “Where is the temple? You couldn’t have run this far from those elves?” Sen’Gale asked see that Windra was lost in thought again.

    “Ah……Over there that’s the temples fire circle it’s always a light at night.” Cingen said then cheered when she saw a crimson glow from behind some tree to the west. She then set off running towards the glow.

    “Windra! This way!” Sen’Gale shouted see that Windra was still walking north.

    “What? Oh.” He said breaking out of thought.

    “Cingen’Loveth thank the goddess you’re ok, where’s the gem?” Another woman asked as she came running up to Cingen’Loveth.

    “It’s gone from this world forever I threw it into the gateway.” Cingen explained completely unaware that she left Windra and Sen’Gale.

    “A gem huh?” Sen’Gale asked as Windra and he appeared behind Cingen.

    “Sen’Gale?” The other woman asked.

    “Oh crap not you, why are you here? Hey get away from me I’m not a holy beast.” Sen’Gale said then ran off the woman at his heels.

    “Damn it Windra kill her!” Sen’Gale snapped, but Windra was back in deep thought. “Windra stay in focused and get this woman off me!” Sen’Gale snapped again this time being tackled by the woman.

    “Hehe I’m not a woman yet I’m only 37 years old.” The woman laughed.

    “What!?” Sen’Gale growled trying to get away.

    “She an elf she is young in Elvin years.” Windra said coming to his senses.

    “Aaa Windra, look, thanks for saving me but the truth is I’m a protector or was a protector of a holy gem that his temple was entrusted with. Those elves were bounty hunter after the gem but the only way to stop them was to throw into a gateway to…anyway I think you should be going I’m in great trouble for destroying the gem.” Cingen’Loveth said with a sigh then walked into the temple main hall.

    At a closer look the temple was a grand church with a giant courtyard that was sealed in by one story tall stone walls. In the center of the courtyard there is a bowl made of pure magic that holds a grand fire.

    “Umm Windra get this elf of me!” Sen’Gale snapped again.

    “Oh come on just a bit more I love your fur oh and I’m a guy by the way and I’m not a elf I’m a half elf, half cat demon.” The cat demon laughed. “Oh and I lied about age…I don’t know my age.”

    Sen’Gale and Windra fell silent and motionless. The cat demon just laughed and rubbed his cheeks against Sen’Gale’s fur.

    “Wait Windra, how do you know he’s an elf…He has bloody cat ears and a tail!” Sen’Gale cried still unable to break free.

    “Smell him, he has Elvin blood, you can smell it on him” Windra said as he walked to get a closer look at the cat demon.

    “Who are you and why are you here?” Windra asked as he walked over to the cat demon and lifted him off Sen’Gale by his collar.”

    “A collar? Ok who is you and why are you here?” Windra asked as he examined the cat demon.

    He was around six foot, slim, emerald eyes, crimson colored cat ears and tail. He had an elf face and body, his hair was short, wild, and rust colored; dressed in a green robe and a tan cloak on top of that, with a red quarter moon on the chest.

    “Well umm I kind…umm…I saw you in Vindea Chome and well I want you…”The demon mumbled then was cut shorted.

    “You’ve been following us?” Sen’Gale growled eyeing the demon carefully.

    “Well yes I…” He began but was interrupted by Windra.

    “Go home cat, go home to your master..” Windra hissed with icy venom as he let the demon fall to the ground and headed for the temple grand door.

    “Pmf he’s no ordinary half demon.” The cat demon thought to himself has he sighed and headed into the temple behind Sen’Gale.

    The main part of the temple was a grand hall; pillars that were covered in moss and vines divide the hall into three rows. At the very end of the temple was a somewhat large pond that was filled with all kinds of koi. A small stone bridge stretched over an island in the pond where it appeared to be a place of meditation but only room for one.

    “That’s Thorn’s mediation island, he’s very spiritual.” A voice said from behind Windra; it was Cingen she was now dressed in a sliver robe with the symbol of the Dryad on her sleeves and chest.

    “Best you leave. Thorn isn’t fond of demons and there’s no telling what he going to do when he finds me.” Cingen whimpered; she was almost in tears.

    “I’m staying. Now tell me what you could have done that is so bad? Besides you said Thorn would love to meet me.” Windra asked as he turned to see Cingen sitting on the edge of a rectangular garden that sat in between the first two main columns; there was another one on the left as well.

    “Well, I lied about that so you would escort me and well this temple was entrusted with a sacred gem or it was from the elfin clan the Queens of Timber Night. They came across a gem known as the Sages Eye. It’s a mystical gem that allows anyone one to see the second and third planes. Well this gem is more valuable than a bag of rubies.” Cingen explained to Windra in low voice.

    “Rubies aren’t worth much to Elves, why would they want it?” Windra asked not seeing the value of this gem. “Any elf if trained properly can see the second plain sometimes the third.”

    Cingen just sat there starring at the far left side door; she had fear in her eyes when she looked at it.

    “True the gem is worthless to elves but such gems are sought after by powerful human guilds. So they hire low life mercenaries that seek money and have no honor. So I left the temple to gather herbs for a potion that cures frost bite and ice burns, while I was gathering I heard the stomping of hooves in the snow. They were to light to be any type of horse and with a dark aura in the area I knew I was being chased.” Cingen paused for a moment then pulled out an athame it sparkling with spiritual energy. “You see this athame can cut through this plane and into another so I open a gateway to the Realm of Time.” She continued.

    “You did what!” Sen’Gale snapped as he ran up to her baring his fangs.

    “I had to or they would get hold of it!” Cingen said as she tried to scoot away but didn’t dare move.

    “What’s wrong, what makes that realm so bad?” The cat demon asked appearing behind Windra; Windra growled at him.

    “It’s forbidden! Whatever enters the realm is erased from time and space forever! It’s a realm where everything exists and at the same time nothing exists.” Sen’Gale roared.

    The cat demon just gave a blank look.

    “Picture a realm where what should exist doesn’t and what shouldn’t doesn’t either. It’s a cursed plain that wipes everything that enters it to vanish from time and space.” Sen’Gale explained more clearly as he took another step towards Cingen.

    “A world of nothingness, is that possible?” The cat demon asked.

    “Aye it does and is.” Windra replied.

    “Cingen’Loveth!” A deep voice boomed from behind the far left door; which moments later burst open.

    From the door came a six and a half foot man covered in vines that wove together to make a full body robe. His hair was long, black, and wild. It spread all over his back which shot in several odd angels. It was a mess of hair that curled and twist in every direction. His eyes were a teal and three blue tattoo streaks lapped over his eyes.

    “Cingen’Loveth you destroyed the very gem we were entrusted with and I demand an explanation on why you sent into Realm of Time!” The man boomed.

    “Master Thorn I had no choice, bounty hunters wanted it and you trained me never to surrender to an enemy. If I have something they want I should destroy it if I must, I….” Cingen tried to explain what happened but Thorn raised his hand to silence her.

    “I’m fully aware of what happen and I’m proud of you for stopping them from getting the gem but that realm is forbidden and you know this all too well.” Thorn said in a calmer voice but there was still great tension in the air.

    “She had no choice the elves that attacked her could have easily reached any other plain. The Realm of Time is forbidden I know but she was dealing with elves that had a dark aura. Their horses were shadows of real horses, they had no good in their heart at all and their blood was black as night. No Dark Elf has dark blood it is unheard of.” Windra spoke up then began to explain what he saw and heard.

    “Who are you three demons?” Thorn growled at Windra and his friends.

    “The cat demon is not with me and as for the wolf his name Sen’Gale and we saved Cingen from those elves.” Windra said calmly as he stood his ground.

    “Half demons helped a human? Why did you help her?” Thorn asked with a brow raised.

    “Why is a Dryad living in a temple I thought you live in the forest?” Sen’Gale countered with a smirk.

    “A Dryad?” Windra asked as he looked from Thorn to Sen’Gale and back. “You are a Dryad, why are you living in a temple you’re a nature spirit?” Windra questioned as he walked up to Thorn.

    “I have lived in this forest for thousands of years and seen Humans, Elves, Halflings alike mistreat my home so I built this temple in order to teach them about nature.” Thorn explained with pride in his voice.

    “Yet you protect a gem for the elves, why?” Windra asked as he examined the hall.

    “Elves have treated my home very well so I will protect them if they are careful about using these woods and respect all Dryads and all that lives in these woods. By the way what is your name?” Thorn explained to Windra then asked him his name.

    “It’s Windra, I’m a half wolf-demon and I’m a wander.” Windra replied turning to face Thorn.

    “What’s the other half of your blood line, elf?” Thorn asked noticing that Windra never fully explained who he was.

    “I don’t know and we’re getting off subject, you treated a brave woman like dirt just because she destroyed a gem that is worthless to the elves, why?” Windra snapped returning to the main subject, voice rising.

    “Yes I was very harsh and I apologize, the Queens of Timber Nights even said if it comes to be, destroy the gem, but Cingen’Loveth broke one of the Laws of Nature.” Thorn began to say but Windra cut him off.

    “Forget the laws of nature, she was fighting dark beings!” Windra snapped as he began to bare his fangs.

    “The Laws of Nature keep the world in balance and I can’t stand by and let this pass.” Thorn boomed.

    “So you would rather have her dead!?” Windra boomed as he drew his blade.

    “You are a fool pointing a blade at me I will…” Thorn yelled but stopped when he saw Cingen’Loveth walked toward them.

    “I destroyed the gem, I open the gateway, here I broke the laws and as my punishment I resign of the temple.” Cingensaid in a low voice as she undid her necklace.

    “Cho’Thorn’La now I know where I know you! You were once the High Protector of DragonTane but you gave up position as High Protector to become a forest protector. “Sen’Gale boomed as he ran up to Thorn and starred him deep into his eyes. “You decided that if you couldn’t stop the abuse of your home that you would teach people. What has happen to you?”

    “When I become a forest protector my elders told me that I must teach others follow the laws of nature to the point. All of my students must learn the Laws and of Nature and follow them as I do.” Thorn explained coldly. “So I established this temple to teach all aout Enthera and how to care for her.“

    “You say she fought dark beings and was forced to destroy the gem. Prove to me that breaking the law was a must or leave!” Thorn asked in an icy voice, dreading the mere thought of listen to a demon.

    “As you wish Thorn you shall see what happen.” Windra cooed as he drew a quarter moon in mid-air and began to chant in a voice that was beyond this world. “Beyond time of the old and beyond the time of the new, I call on the spirits of vision and ask to show this Dryad what truly happened in the wood. Show him all that Cingen saw, let them share the same mind to see what became.” When Windra finished the Past Vision two purple arcane strings came from his hands, one touched Cingen’s forehead the other Thorn’s forehead.

    With in moments the happenings of the forest played back in Thorns mind. Every sound, word, happening was shown in Thorns mind; all up until they reached the temple. As the memories pasted from Cingen and into Windra it was like punch to the stomach. Each memory was more painful then the last and it wasn’t soon before his legs began to wobble, but his training had taught him how to stand strong. All the while the cat demon was fighting the urge to run to Windra and make him stop. When the spell finished Windra collapsed to his knees panting wildly.

    “Are you ok Windra?” The Cat demon cried, for he couldn’t take it anymore.

    “I’m fine the spell just took a lot of energy…” Windra tried to say then fainted.

    “Windra!” The Cat demon yelled as he shook Windra.

    “He’s fine, now, Thorn do you see why she did…never mind.” Sen’Gale began to say but noticed that Thorn as already apologizing to Cingen’Loveth.

    “I’m deeply sorry for the trouble I have caused I didn’t know what really happened in the woods. Here let me reapply your necklace, there now I suggest you get some sleep you look tired.” Thorn said in loving voice to Cingen’Loveth.

    “Thank you Thorn, night.” Cingen said with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. She then walked of through the far left door.

    Thought faint, it was clear as day that Cingen and Thorn had a love bond forming, only problems was that a human and Dryad to love was unheard of. Dryads are protectors of the forest, while humans can only live for a hundred or so years. Dryads on the other hand live for thousands of years, growing ever wiser, some say a Dryad never really dies, it will take upon the form another forest being or vegetation.

    “Hmmm, ok cat demon, take Windra to the hot springs that should wake him up. Take the same door Cingen took and go to the last door it leads to a changing room for the hot springs just prop him up against the wall he should be fine.” Thorn explained in an oddly calm voice, the spot where Cingen kissed him still blushed faint red.

    He nodded and slipped Windra on his back and carried him to the springs. To Thorns and Sen’Gale’s surprise the cat demon exerted much more force then they thought him capable of. Who was the cat demon? When the door shut Thorn then turned to Sen’Gale who was stretching his paws.

    “Who is Windra really? I know by his looks he came from Wolves of the Northern Wind, but is he really?” Thorn asked knowing the answer anyway, but he wanted to hear it from the wolf himself.

    “I can’t say for sure we don’t remember our childhood. Something happened to us long ago that made us forget our past and our families. However we do know that the Wolves of Northern Wind clan.” Sen’Gale explained with a deep yawn.

    “Odd that cat demon has the same problem he doesn’t remember is past or his family, but he remembers his clan. What could have happened so long ago that would make you forget?” Thorn wondered aloud as he sat down next to Gale.

    “Gale? That cat demon may have been born under a sacred star. I’ve watched him very closely he’s a master of bows. He says no one taught him but he can hit the same target in the exact spot as his previous shot. He wants to find the wolf of his dreams but says we never can see his face…” Thorn added, most of his thoughts turning to words and questions.

    “Hmmm what’s his name?” Gale asked looking at Thorn.

    “He calls himself Lun’Mara, Lun’Mara the Twilight Archer.” Thorn sighed.

    “Could it really be them? Thorn asked as he gazed at the moon through the circle window above the meditation pond.

    “Who are you taking about?” Gale yawned as he nuzzled himself into a comfortable position and fell asleep.

    “Nothing, just sleep, and sorry for all the confusion.” He apologized again but Gale was already asleep so he only nodded.

    Meanwhile back at the springs Lun’Mara had just rested Windra against a tree that cover the spring with silver leafs and red blossoms. As Lun’Mara began to undue his robe the crystal that were used to light the springs burst to life in an explosion of coral color. He cursed under his breath being scared half to death by some crystals. As he slid the robe off he stopped halfway and wondered “Does Windra have a tail?”

    A grin fell across his face as he let the robe slide off; he then walked over to Windra and reached for his robe, but stopped “No I need to get on his good side.” Lun’Mara thought to himself and left Windra alone so he could slip off his underwear and slide into the spring.

    As he slide in he threw his underwear onto his robe and purred as the warm somewhat hot water touched his tail then his skin. “Mmm this feels great so much better than a river, oh yeah. I wonder why cats hate water because this is great?” Lun’Mara thought aloud as he slide deeper into the springs leaving only his ear above water.

    “Ah, where am I…Oh god I have no energy…Huh a collar?” Windra mumbled to himself as he awoke with barely energy; he then noticed a pile of clothes on the ground and a collar was at his feet.

    With a streak of pain passing through his stomach from the spell, he picked it up and examined it as the tag glimmered and spun in the light of the crystals. “Lun’Mara. Who could this collar belong to?” Windra wondered as he read the name over and over again. “Lun’Mara, this name sounds so familiar but where have I heard it before.” Windra asked himself but couldn’t recall the name.

    “Cool, you’re awake and see you found my collar.” Lun’Mara laughed with a warm smile as he emerged from the water, hair patted against his face.

    “Gahh what the hell are you doing?!” Windra snapped jumping to his feet only to be greeted by another pulse of pain.

    “Bathing what else, come on in, it feels great.” Lun’Mara replied with a grin.

    “Fine I could use a good bath anyway.” Windra sighed as he stood up and undid his hood.

    “Yes now I can finally find out his he has a tail.” Lun’Mara thought to himself with a grin growing from ear to ear.

    As Windra lowered his hood allowing his ponytail flowed out onto his back, “I love your dark purple hair.” Lun’Mara purred as Windra untied the band of his ponytail and let his long dark purple hair flow freely.

    “Thank you, so your name is Lun’Mara huh?” Windra asked as he untied his sash, letting it fall to the ground. He flipped off his gray boots and began to nuzzle out of his earth green traveling tunic and gray leather pants. His silver wolf tail fluffed a bit to energy in the air then settled back down, it was how ever enough for Lun’Mara to get a full view of Windra.

    “Aye, the name is Lun’Mara the Twilight Archer.” Lun’Mara smiled love the sight before him. He had fallen in loved Windra’s slight muscular figure with a hairless chest and his long dark purple draped on his back, his deep blue eyes and his tattoos; red slash mark on each cheek.

    “What are you looking at?” Windra asked in a sight growl.

    “Oh nothing really I was just admiring your body, your lovely face and that beautiful tail.” Lun’Mara said under his breath as he turned and was about to swim away

    “Un huh.” Windra said as he grabbed Lun’Mara’s ears. “Did you forget I’m a wolf and I have keen hearing and sense of smell?”

    “Hey let go that tickles, haha stop it tickles.” Lun’Mara laughed as he tried to get away from Windra’s grasp. After a few moments of rubbing Lun’Mara’s ears he let go.

    Windra just laughed as he stepped into the springs and rested his back against the spring’s wall. Lun’Mara just sat next to him and watched the sky change colors.

    “Why are you so interested in me?” Windra asked eyes closed.

    “You remind me so much of this wolf in my dreams.” Lun’Mara began to say but Windra cut in.

    “Chasing a dream eh? What makes you think it is me?” Windra asked.

    “I don’t really remember my life as a child…Just those dreams. So I figured if I found the wolf from the dream then he could tell me what is going on.” Lun’Mara explained to Windra then turned to him.

    “Humm!” Was all Windra could say before his lips locked with Lun’Mara’s. “You are wolf from my dreams, my lover! I love you Windra!” Lun’Mara cried then broke out in tears as he hugged Windra as tight as he could; Windra’s eye went wide at these words.

    “Windra I love you and I want to be with you forever!” Lun’Mara cried harder as he hugged tighter. Windra could do nothing he was in shock, it was all coming back, Lun’Mara was the name of his lover so very long ago but everything was still a blur.

    “Lun’Mara…Oh Lun’Mara.” Windra cried as he held his long lost lover close to his chest.
    “I promise we shall not be torn apart very again.” Lun’Mara replied as he fell asleep on Windra’s chest.

    Windra just smiled as he hugged Lun’Mara again this time hair draping over each other.”

    A heavy wind blew over the springs as silver halo’s appeared around each of their pupils. With aura’s shifting and energy pulsating it was as if a new spirits had entered the spring.

    “Just one more kiss before we return their bodies.” Windra whispered. Lun’Mara just nodded his head before locking lips one more time. Their voices were oddly different, more ancient then modern.

    Deep within the bowels of blossoming forest stood the goddess of birth and life, Corallan Drates and before her lay five shattered stones; an ember, aqueous, emerald, opal, and a diamond. She slowly and with nimble fingers restored the core to the emerald and opal.

    “With time I shall we return all of the Guardians memory, I pray what do will save the world.”