The Young Alpha

AMBUSH!

 Fourth Realm

¤ World of the cursed bloods ¤

§ Realm of Super naturals §..:

|~ The Outlands|~ Valley of Deceit

.

.

Deep in the gloomy woods of the Outlands, a steep terrain with a sparse number of trees stretched over its wide area; void of living essence, serene and dreaded by the dark worlders. There it laid, nested in the gorges of Dirvea with dense clouds of darkness hovering its surface and bright flashes of lightning flaring from within them, The Valley of Deceit, an uncanny place to be on a good day. A scuffling sound cracked the tranquil and a blur whizzed through the mist subsequently, hurtling passed trees with quick faint steps and at a speed too swift for the eyes to see. It suddenly shot out of the woods in a canon roll, plummeting on a shabby bush in front of a dark cave, several yards away from its take off point. It stood out in the flash of lightning, revealing the shadowy outline of a tall scrawny masked figure.

"You sent for me"

The figure said, falling on one knee before the cave. Just then, a minatory aura permeated the space and a deep growl erupted from behind the shadows, with a pair of icy blue eyes boring through the darkness subsequently.

"Yes, I did."

A guttural responded and the sky rumbled,

.

.

~Prime Lands.

Crimson Lunar Pa­rk.

.In a fairly spacious chamber smeared in sheer royal blue, with chandeliers and candle sticks serving as its source of lumination and also, exquisite royal pastries clung to its walls as embellishment; laid on its ground was a fluffy blood red rug stretching on and to the very ends of the vault, with a king sized bed to the north of it, cradled in fine metal frames dipped in gold. On a rocking chair placed before a fire place sat the agile frame of a husky man, probably in his mid forties hanging a sleek brown mane down his scalp, sharp grey eyes and streaks of grey hair trailing the sides of his trimmed spade shaped beards; George Rex, alpha of the crimson moon park. He gazed intently at the scorching flames flaring up in the fire place, as though seeking answers from them, while his fingers stroked lightly on the feathers of a falcon he nested in his arms. The Lebanon doors to the chambers creaked open and a lady clad in an orange dress sauntered in shortly after,

"Marcy my dear"

George said, not sparing his gaze off the fire place for a moment,

"My lord,

"The lady responded, bowing courtly in respect,

"I am afraid Marcy, I am afraid" George muttered, standing up from his chair and shuffling to a corner of the room, taking up the picture frame of a young lady in his hands and staring down at it with a wan smile.

"What troubles you my lord?" Lady Marcy queried, walking over to his position and snaking her arms round his torso.

"I fear for the future Marcy, I smell a conspiracy. I see..."

He paused on his words as his eyes took a hue of red momentarily,

"What is it?"

Lady Marcy asked, gazing into his eyes for an answer.

"It's Beta Sebastian, rogue forces are attacking the North tribe"

He growled, and bolted out the door in a flash.

"My lor...." Her words trailed off as the alpha slammed the door behind him..

'Sebastian, gather a few wolves to meet me at the North tribe. I'm going in for a hunt'

He conversed through the mind link and leaped into the woods, transforming in mid-air into a giant silver wolf and like a shadow he blended with the darkness.....

A couple minutes later...

.

~ Netherwoods

Somewhere in the Netherwoods mid way to the North tribe, the humongous frame of a silver wolf nine times the size of an average wolf bolted through at mad speed, hurtling between trees and leaping above boulders when necessary. Suddenly, out of the shadows a handful of black darts whizzed out, all aimed at the wolf. The wolf on sensing the assault twirled in mid air, ducking all of them by a few inches and landed skillfully on the earth. Shortly after, a dozen figures clad in black yoroi slid down to the earth from tree branches trapping the silver wolf in their mist; they prowled the beast in labyrinth circles, brandishing their blades as they did while the wolf snarled fiercely at them. They lunged at it sequentially thrusting and twirling their blades with dexterity as they attacked.*Alpha George stood butt naked with blood dripping down his taut torso and a beating heart clutched in his palm, with the severed body parts of his assaulters littered around him. He walked over the pile of bodies, trying to converse his beta through the mind link for back up but then, there was a barrier obstructing the connection. On walking a few more steps forward he felt a wave of energy repel him backwards, he tried again and it yielded the same result.

"Mountain ash"

He snarled and shifted into his wolf form, clawing and mauling the forcefield with all his whims but all efforts proved futile. Shortly, a dense mist combed through the woods rapidly with the wind bristling behind it, and out of it a blur whooshed passed trees and a pair of acupuncture needles tore through the space and sank into the alpha's nape.

"Grrrh!"

He roared fiercely, as his eyes switched between red, golden and grey resulting a forced transformation. Down on his knees Alpha George groaned in agony, with his hands on his chest and blood spurting out of his mouth. In a blur a masked figure towered above him with his sword placed on his neck.

"Your era is over, Alpha"

The figure sneered and raised his sword for decapitation.

"And so is yours"

George grunted and wolfed out under the excruciating pain. He pawed the figures weapon away and lunged at him, mauling him across the stomach before he could counter his attack. Gazing down at his wounded opponent with sunken eyes, he lurched backwards and howled at the sky, spurring up a sudden gust that left clouds of dust suspended in the air at its wake. It all cleared off minutes later with the alpha no where in sight.

"George!"

The figure shrieked in fury and varnished like the wind.....

.

~ Location: Unknown.

Rocky interiors, thick darkness, a suffocating atmosphere and aura suppressing, a perfect description of an eerie cave. A gush suddenly blew into the cave and the shadowy outline of an unknown figure mysteriously appeared.

"I failed you, I failed in executing the task given to me"

The figure said, falling one knee. Just then, a pair of blue eyes cracked the stygian darkness and the aura surrounding the cave thickened.

"I foresaw it, I knew this would happen. Like his predecessors he was unable to exercise the force, but all happens for a reason."

A deep baritone responded from the dark,

"What do I do?"

The figure queried,

"George has chanted the ancient spells of Nild and should probably be in the mortal world searching for a successor now. He's poisoned and won't last long out there, find that successor of his before my brother does."

"Goo!"

The baritone thundered and a breach tore up a portion of the cave unannounced and sucked the figure into itself.

"Conspiracies, betrayals, bloodshed, agony, love and deceit. The worse is yet to come, the horror and the war. Who will end this madness, who will stop the war and hold up the future of the dark world. The lycanthropes have failed in their reasonings and tasks, they seek power rather than the future of their race and world, what a folly. George, I pray you make the right choice."

The voice continued..

.

[Light fades]

.

.

.

T. B. C