~Wolves of Blood Moon~Banished

Prologue


7 years ago


Under a blood-red moon, the leader of the Wolves of Venothaya
howled. His shimmery silver coat glowed with a pale sheen, as his
piercing, icy eyes stared at the rest of the pack.


“This wolf, the one who has betrayed us, shall be banned, to live among the weak, upon the Earth.”


The leader pointed a gleaming gold claw at the bedraggled heap of fur and muddied feathered wings and proclaimed:


“You, Athtar, why have you met with the enemy for three moons?”


The young wolf raised his head, green eyes gleaming with fury, hatred, and misery.


“Belanor, you know we're all at the mercy of the-” the wolf's ragged croak was cut off by a vicious snarl from the leader.


“Do not tell me what I know or do not know!” Belanor growled. He
turned “Silverna, come.” he commanded. The young sorceress of the
Wolves came forward, her shiny black pelt, paired with her sharp silver
eyes, hence her name, blended in with the night. She dropped the seven
ivory talismans that were to be used that very night. Reluctance was
written all over her face, but she dared not refuse.


“Do it, now.” Belanor's voice, cold and steely rung through the
night. Athtar, cringed, he had seen Banishments, but had never wanted
to ever experience one. Silverna moved the talismans with a paw and
began to take up the ancient hum that had been sung multiple times at
the Banishments. Moving them into a triangle, the talismans began to
glow an eerie red, reflecting off all the gathered wolves' faces. Ropes
of the red light began to collect together and formed an orb around
Athtar.


“As long as you stay among the Mystical on Earth, you will keep
this form.” said Silverna. Athtar began to change, his once white
feathery wings were becoming leathery and black. His chocolaty brown
coat was becoming coarse. The last thing Athtar saw as he sank into
unconsciousness, was the triumphant look Belanor's face as he watched
Athtar vanish from his domain on the Kingdom of the Blood Moon.
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Chapter One

Clunk...clunk. Athtar spun around, red eyes wide.

"Who's there?" he snarled into the darkness, he tried to spread his wings, he couldn't. What?
He looked up and tried to suppress a howl of horror. The tip of his
black, leathery wing was being enfolded by darkness. A sneer of
laughter came from the darkness in front of him. Belanor stepped
forward, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

"Just because I banished you, doesn't mean I forgive you for what
you've done." he laughed, sharp teeth gleaming. He stepped forward.
Athtar let out his suppressed howl, filled with fright and fury.

Athtar jerked awake, sweating with fear. he looked around the cave and got up. Just a dream.
He shivered and got out of the cave. He looked around the serene wooded
forest around him. Ever since he had been banished to live with the
Mysticals on the Earth, he had had dreams of Belanor coming back to
haunt him. He looked around and shuddered. What if Belanor did come back? What would he do?
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