THE BEGINNING OF THE END

The Mythord continued walking with Refitwa being guided at his left side.
A strange shadow cast somewhat ahead of them and before long it had turned into the shape of a large fortress with the black fog dispersing itself all around like a moat. Suddenly, as if the distance had quickly shrunk, the large doors of the fortress were in front of them. The Mythord turned round to address the audience of curious followers that had been growing as he and Refitwa had been walking through the land of the Reflected.
“Dear Wolvians of the Reflected, the visitor and I need now to speak in peace without the aid of others ears, for the matters that shall be dealt with need not to worry you at this present time. Allow for me to do all the worrying until I see fit that it must concern yourselves.” His kingly voice boomed out over fogged land and each Wolvian in turn received his wise words. Without a remark or a sigh, the Wolvians paced themselves back to a distance that would give privacy from even a creature whose purpose was to listen. “Come in gracious one, and tell me all that is to know about your former home.”
Refitwa bowed her head to the Mythord and passed through the large doors that would desire for anyone of superiority to walk under. She felt as if she was being treated as though she was royalty, which triggered her memories of former days. Inside the fortress was a large space completely evacuated of life. Grande carved walls surrounded them, which quivered every now and then as if a large heat wave was causing them to go out of focus before becoming clear again.
“Please, make yourself comfortable.” The Mythord’s voice was replaced with a more kindly voice opposed to his one full of power.
“It is not everyday I get to walk within these walls.” Refitwa said admiringly. “I only wished to consult with you in private, not with the atmosphere of royalty.”
“In order to gain privacy here, one must act as a royal, otherwise no one knows what creatures ears would accidentally or purposefully drop eaves around us. Now, to the present matter; what can we do about the Mann within Ruvellentia? If I so clearly heard, you did not also speak of Death Wolves, am I correct?”
“Yes, Mythord, you heard me correct.” Refitwa’s cherry blossom voice echoed slightly around the large fortress. She had wondered why it was so much smaller on the inside, or was it a trick for the eye to see it larger on the out?
“I cannot help alone, Dear One. You must seek aid from more than just mere spirits. You need to consult with the wise minds of the Light Wolvians in Clausances. They have learned more than what I have, as they have been able to study more with the land and sky than any other species of Wolve. They are dedicated to learning and I am sure if you give all the information you can to them about the Death Wolves, they will be able to help you in your quest to saving your home. You must then next go to the Nature Wolvians, because if my wisdom does not deceive me, they are more likely going to be next attacked by Mann and have their home overruled. If possible, head straight out to the Ice Wolvians in Blizlow Mountains as they are stronger than most other Wolvians and will swiftly ride to the aid of the Nature Wolvians. If time has not befouled upon them, the Ice and Nature Wolvians have a strong connection with one another. Once this has been achieved, come back here, if the Meadow of the Reflected has not already been taken. If it has, you must try and convince all the other species of Wolves across this land to forget the past and once more unite against Mann. This fate rests within your paws dear Reflected Wolve. Claim majesty over the Wolvians hearts as your race once did and bring peace amongst us again.” With that the Mythord gazed into the eyes of Refitwa.
“What if I cannot succeed? What if the honour of the past proves too much upon me and I fall under the pressure of it? What then can I do? Do I not have someone else I can confide in when I am not here? I do not want to be the final Reflected Wolve that will only be remembered as the one who brought the entire Wolvian race to an end.” Refitwa’s voice became harsh upon herself. A small bead of tear pressed its way out of her almost perfect eyes and fluttered in front of her when it caught itself in the liquid air around her before slowly falling to the ground.
“You are not alone in this conflict. You will make friends on your way, I guarantee it.” The Mythord’s voice reached sympathetically out to her. “I am not the only one with knowledge to help you prevail in this errand. Show yourself to the world and the Wolvians will believe in you.”
“I have not shown myself for nigh on two hundred years. How will I know that they will not only think me as a ghost?”
“You must try.” The Mythord concluded. “Time is of the essence and I am sorry to say that to much of it has passed since you have been here. Go now and reveal yourself once more and save us from much unwanted destruction.”
“Destruction is upon us whether I go or not. But I suppose it will be lessened if I leave now. Thankyou for letting me consult with you, Mythord.” Refitwa held her head and added proudly, “I will, within all my power, try to prevail my task. Wolvians everywhere will once again know who I am.” Refitwa opened her wings slightly to buff up her appearance before proudly walking to the doors of the fortress. Before reaching them she turned round to face the Mythord once again.
“Thankyou.” She said in the most humble voice she could muster before following it by a deep bow. The Mythord returned one too her and her spirits lifted.
The large doors opened once again and let her pass into the misty land, each of her footsteps was marked by a spray up of the black fog on the ground. With a proud lurch forwards, she sprung into a run before reaching the place where she had first entered. With a smile at the small crowd of Wolvians around her, she closed her eyes once more. The soft pull was now raising her to the surface of the pool, where she felt her ear tips breaking the surface. The cool liquid substance began to fall around her as it was replaced by the coolness of a slight breeze of air.
Refitwa opened her eyes to see the large body of water in front of her. Nothing had disturbed the surface of the water. No breeze of the gaining wind caused a ripple upon it.
With grass beneath her feet, Refitwa opened her wings to full length and began running at a fast pace to the east. Billows of air pushed her upwards and she mightily flapped her wings and began ascending. The scenery below her began to race as she gained a tremendous amount of speed within the air. Soon the tops of the trees were once again comfortably below her and with a proud heart leading her way, she contently flew towards Clausances.
Refitwa took a quick glance back at the Meadow to see how far she already was, but was greeted with a different sight. Smoke was rising closer to the Meadow than what she had expected. By a chance she guessed that Mann was delving deeper into the forest to explore what new resources it could provide for them. With great urgency Refitwa flew as fast as she could for the Light Wolvians, hoping that she would not be too late to save the spirits within the pool.

Icalave was the first on all four of his paws. His ears were pricked searching in every direction whilst his nose stood proudly in the air. None of them knew what had caused this unexpected wake up and from the stench that each of them had caught in the air, none of them wanted to know.
The early morning light hung around them with edge. The swift orange cast a glare across Mann’s Land that made the four Wolvians feel evermore unwanted. However, Icalave was determined to delve deeper.
“They’re surrounding us,” Icalave announced to the other three.
“Who’s surrounding us?” Genera whimpered back. “And why? Are they doing this because we stole their food?” Genera frightened, added on. Her face went even paler than her bright white fur.
“No.” Icalave stated. “They want to remove us from their land. We are intruding and they have every right to defend what is theirs,” Icalave also added on under his breath, “but it’s not.” Icalave then turned to Arssneq to whisper something to him. “This would not have happened if you had obeyed me. Now take those two North and do as I say this time!” The bubble of emotions in Icalave’s, as he could feel, had begun to break, but with exceptional skill, he mended it again. The angered face turned into a calm one and he was able to come back into control of himself once more.
Arssneq nodded in a regret filled reply. “What shall happen to you? You can’t go on if every passing moment is like this!”
“I will go on. Now stop wasting time and get yourselves out of here!” The commanding voice of Icalave boomed out over him. Arssneq quietly did what he was told before turning to Icalave one last time.
“What if they figure out that your missing? They’ll come after you!”
“They won’t. As long as you keep running, they might mistake Genera as me. As far as they know, there were only two white wolves and most likely they won’t even know where Budney came from. Now go! Before they entirely encircle us!” Icalave watched with pride as Arssneq led the others away. The stretch of his heart told him how far away they were and the more it eased, the more he felt that they were safe.
With cunning strategy and a refreshed mind, Icalave found a gap in the circling predators and managed to slip through without harm. It was then he started his journey into the south, into the heart of the land of Mann.