The screams of the dying and the clashing of weapons sounded when talons met their prey and teeth sunk into the flesh of thier enemys the smell of blood hanging heavy in the air the battle raged everywhere one looked on the ground in the trees even in the sky as the winged ones fought in the air you could hear the howling of the wolf prince in the distance as he wildly searched for the love of his life who was no where to be seen fearing his Bride - his Queen- had somewhere fallen in battle for he could not find any sign of her not one not even a whiff of a scent or a lock of hair it was as if she had just vanished from the world and in his desperate dispair he made a vow to never rest and never die till she was found and brought home.

Many many years later. when centurys had past.

"ugh my head" groaned Flame as she clutched the side of her head full of tangled Black hair frosted with red streaks in the light as she sat up in bed. Her Alarm ringing non stop it was only 4a.m. but she knew their was work to be done for she was 17 years old living in an orphanage where the only caretaker was the owner Ms. Morgana a cruel and mean woman who only cared for money not for children in fact she despised children