--- Caleb ---
He sat cross-legged on the cold, hard ground. He had been sitting there for hours now; to be honest, he had lost track of time. In front of him was a small pebble. He was trying with all his might to focus on the power he felt in his chest, hoping to make the pebble move. But so far, without success.
He did exactly what Aaron, his teacher, had taught him. He focused on the power he felt inside, embracing it and letting it seep out. Yesterday he had succeeded... Why not today? He was frustrated and angry, feeling like he was taking two steps forward only to take one step back.
The kingdom next to his was the kingdom of the Magicians. At least, the kingdom where they were tolerated. His own kingdom, the kingdom of the werewolves, lived in peace with the kingdom of magic; as
