He feels a glimpse of wolf carrying him. Suddenly he rises up from deep slumber. There she stands a she wolf, he screams. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you screaming? Where am I? Where is mom Bexley and uncle Cosmo? He is wounded and having some rest. And Bexley??.. Now you are in venerable Autumn hood of winter moon where the great heroes and legend lied behind. The worthful and glorious guardian will born to us. Am I exaggerating or boasting What ever it is that is the seraphic truth. no worries. She is here right in front of you. The ears grow small and snout disappears in slow gale. The hind legs disappear and a nice lady appears. She is none other than Bexley. Maverick is surprised because in his eyes he is ordinary fisherwoman and how is this possible? Soma my question arise in his mind. She takes his palm and dips in silver basin of pure milk. He sees an illusion of scenes mixed, some are suffering, fire, blood, claws and a beautiful lady with crimson rose. He is unable to explain what he sees. so you not my mom? Asks the boy sadly. Even though I could not give birth to you, the moment I touched you in my arms, I lost to you as a mother and I have no doubt in that replies Bexley. What happened last night and where I can't remember someone who is dear tome? For now you are safe, I fear to tell you lost some memories of life due to head blow and enormous were wolf power in you. He does not seem to agree that he is a were wolf and rejection causes his memories fly away from him, just like his father. How you use powers and you told that all werewolves and vampires were stories? I know my dear, I was waiting for time and I could not imagine it will be too sat for your fragile glass age and I tried to protect you. Who you are and who is Cosmo and why I'm here and what do you gain and why? I'm an enchantress werewolf and all my origin remains on this earth and she takes a pile of soil and smells the deep breath. My father is wizard of Orchard, magnificent wizardry department and my mom is she werewolf. Cosmo is also a werewolf ,the cup bearer. Our origin of werewolves are in danger because of the collapse of king Damitus poisoned by vampires. They are in thirst of human red blood and we are the holders and guardians of mankind and whole nation. The mad scientist Frankenstein vampire created a formula made from juice of opine and liquid of sunset, the rarest flower that blooms in the oasis of desert of Sahara where there runs river Nile and the moon god rules the dark forest lies beneath. No wonder neither power can enhance such a mighty thing but no one could accept such a be fall. Her tears fall from her eyes like the dew of tulips on woods. That day came.. And she falls on the ground maverick holds her arms. She looks up at him and sees some sort of wonder and illusion. what happened after that? asks maverick. There was a grand banquet of vampires and werewolves, it was called peace and justice treaty. Then the strange red wine was distributed to werewolves and all become hybrid of blood thirsty and their Descendants become deadly beasts and stroked the heart of moon god with a dagger of hemlock wine. We were distracted by the elves of silly fouls and when … we went there he told his last words"
take hold of this sword armor and helmet and I will reborn again and my avatar will be most powerful. Give to him '" how do we find him? The immortal Aura will be splendid and no other creature will neglect prostrate to him. Because he has the Power, like the diamond, dazzles the beholder, and also the wearer; it dignifies meanness; it magnifies littleness; to what is contemptible, it gives authority; to what is low, exaltation. Power, like the hasty Vine, climbs up apace to the Supporter, but if not skillfully attended and dressed, instead of spreading and bearing fruit, grows high and naked, and then, like empty title, being soon useless to others, becomes neglected and unable to support itself. Power, like a desolating pestilence and handsome as a detailed chevalier. Give what I have given to you. And he wilted like a flower, rendered limp and lifeless doll that discarded as ash flew along wind with dust and no remains, except a decent monument on that spot. Maverick requests her to take him to that place. He it is long way my dear. But I know you can do it, says maverick and she pushes the trunk of tree and the glow takes to a place. There lie a huge phoenix guards by the door gate. Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes. No matter how many times we burst into flames, we can always rise from the ashes...and she sings.
She is so astounded because she has sung this melody to hypnotize phoenix. Phoenix is playing with the boy. She says to herself What a marvelous sight!. The Phoenix guides them and on the way the Maverick sees tulips and daffodils. He picks them up and places near the tomb. The Phoenix gives him red roses that is enough for dawn and the fragrance reminds of the bracelet of rose on paw. His tears descend like the pearls of broken necklace and a river is much larger than for few tears.