MIDNIGHT
"Oh, oh," moaned Lambda.
He nodded to a woodpecker that was overhead. "We'll all assemble in the Cave," he said, nodding in a weird way.
The woodpecker tilted it's head and flew towards the skies, then, to Midnight's sight, tapped it's beak against a red-wood tree in a rhythmic pattern. "Follow me," Lambda said, and began to run.
Midnight raced behind the wolf, finding her way through by eyeing his white paw. Lambda stopped before a cave, and entered solemnly. Midnight looked at it's opening.
It was wide, and there was a crack above the cave's opening. Midnight sighed and stepped in.
The cave was surprisingly warm, and the woodpecker was there. Lambda nodded at it and the woodpecker seemed to smile before flying away.
"That was Tresley," said Lambda, looking at the brown spot in the sky.
Zeta appeared. "What's going on?" she questioned, puzzled.
Omega, Alpha and Theta were behind her. "The others are here," said Omega, and Midnight gasped.
There was an orange fox, her skin shimmered lightly of white and orange, a symbol etched onto her forehead. Her tail was bushy, with a small black tip, like the colour of her ears and paws, whereas her underside was white. Midnight sighed noticing the lack of brown. "The only guardian fox in the Silver Woods, Pi," said Lambda. "The other fox that stops her from being the only fox is your little Sunrise."
A wolf with a sly smile entered, eyes shining yellow-amber. Her fur was choppy mixed with grey, black and white. A few slashes criss-crossed her fur. She was helping another wolf enter.
Beside the wolf was a well-built wolf with maroon-red fur, eyes deep grey, almost as black. There was a huge gash on his lower jaw, still fresh with blood. "Sigma, what happened?" asked Lambda, loud, clearly worried. "Where are the others?"
"Shh, he's still in pain," said the grey-black-white wolf. "The others are taking guard. There are unknown creatures outside, quick, sly, dangerous."
Lambda was silent. "Delta, do you know what the creature is?"
"Unidentified."
Lambda muttered something.
"Delta, Zeta, you both know about magic," said Lambda.
The two nodded slowly. "We don't want to use it," started Zeta.
"It's the only way," sighed Lambda.
Midnight looked surprised. "M-magic?" she cried. "That's not real!"
Lambda's serious smile widened on his face. "Everyone lives in a world of lie when their eyes aren't fully open, Midnight," said the black wolf slowly.
"Then why am I still hungry?" Midnight interrupted.
Lambda shrugged. "Many can live here in happiness without knowing magic, but it's your time-line that has messed your knowledge," he replied. "Anyway, I believe that Rune had reincarnated."
"R-Rune? Why him? As who?" Omega stuttered, green eyes wide, shocked.
"I believe someone from Midnight's pack," said Lambda.
"Who sent you for the quest, Middy? Tell us!" Theta cried, her cheery voice replaced by a dark tone. "Now!"
"W-what's wrong?" Midnight stammered.
"Now!" Theta screamed, tears forming at the corner of her emerald green eyes.
"I... I think my dad sent the she-wolves," said Midnight.
"What's he called?" asked Alpha urgently.
Midnight was starting to be confused with the questions. What do they even want? she thought, but out loud, she replied, "Darke. Chief Darke."
"H-how old is he?" asked Delta.
Midnight thought for a moment. "Not sure, but he about three years before he sent the she-wolves," said Midnight, "said my mom."
Pi's face drooped. "No... We killed Rune a year ago," she sighed, her beautiful voice like tingling melodies.
Zeta frowned. "Was there any shady new-comers?" she asked.
Midnight thought hard. "A lone wolf came from outside a week before my mother died," she said. "About... a year ago."
"That could be it!" Delta cried, and Sigma's eyes brightened.
"Who?" cried Theta.
Midnight said his name: "Shadow."
Lambda's eyes grew wide. "Don't you say it again. I sense power in those words," he whispered.
"What power?" questioned Midnight.
"Darkness," said Sigma, shocking everyone. His voice was hollow, deep, and he coughed, splattering blood onto the stone floor.
Zeta gulped. "I might consider using magic," she said.
Delta smiled wearily and placed her paw on Sigma's lower jaw. "Don't you kill me, or you're dead," she said, nuzzling him. Her paws began to dig into his gash, and Sigma howled a stiffened scream. Her claws slowly pulled away and Sigma sighed shortly.
His wound was healed. The blood stopped running, the gash was gone.
Is that really...?
"It is," said a voice. "It is."
Author's Note: This is starting to be real fun. I know stories with magic are usually messed up, but this wouldn't be, I hope! Guess who the voice is. It's an existing character!
Now, we all wonder, who's Shadow, no?
What will he do?
Find out... next week.
Have fun waiting!
Also, is all the new information loading you guys to the maximum?
Kewl
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