Sitting in the cemetery, I have a lot of time.
I began to remember.
Too early to talk about the very beginning.
However, it is necessary to clarify the issues of the relatives.
When I got down to earth, I tried to find people's hearing, but it was easy to see that this was not the way.
Wandering the ground, I found a little wolf cub by its dead mother and I decided to take care of it.
"I don't know who you are, stranger. - Spoke the wolven goodness - "Yet your actions speak out loud. You looked after a foreign orphan. I have chosen you as the one who will take my children to a new level of species evolution."
So began my story as the one who created the New Humanoid Wolves - Children of the Line.
And this pupil - orphan - is Lykorous.
I helped them create civilization.
Then I returned to the Council, and from then on I carried Lycaonia's burden.
It was the wolves that baptized me so, but it was only the night described earlier that gave me the right to call myself part of this civilization.
Knight in White Armor.
On a white horse.
Is he far from the horseman of the apocalypse? He was supposed to build and demolish. He was supposed to repair and destroy. He wore words of peace and waged a war.
The war to end.