I'm sorry this is short but it's the first one Orchid shuffled her paws around nervously. She stood outside of the great hall of the castle. I’m so nervous, I always bring bad luck! She thought sadly. “Orchid! Orchid!” Willow called her name. “What is it? Is everyone okay?” She asked nervously. Willow looked out of breath as she stared up at Orchid with glassy eyes. “No, King Emerald has been assassinated." She said looking down at the floor sadly. “What? How?” Asked Orchid, though she was not surprised I should have never joined the Crystal claws. I always bring bad luck! She thought sadly. “We are sending guards to try to find the assassin. Will you go?” Willow asked. Orchid nodded and spread her wings. She took off into the clouded skies. I need to get far, far away from the castle. She thought as she soared over the marketplace she could hear cheerful voices. They must not know about the king yet, I suppose someone will tell them soon. She soared through a pine forest and landed by a small house. She slowly walked inside. There was no one in sight. She quickly walked over to a small table and dusted it off with her tail. After cleaning up the house she walked into the woods to find some plants to grow, when she was young she had learned that some had medicinal purposes. The howls and wails of despair still echoed in her mind. Her wings were tired from flying so far to get here. At least it’s safe here. And vacant too. She thought happily as she grabbed some lavender in her teeth. She headed back to the small house. After planting what she had gotten, she went back inside the house and lay down on a bed, slowly drifting into sleep. ‘You must. You must!” Voices echoed in the darkness. “When the skies turn ash and the silver moon bleeds, the embers shall wake from the dust of old deeds, three flames shall arise in the dark of the year, to swallow the shadow or burn what is dear. The first is of sapphire, as cold as the grave, to freeze the proud tyrant and blindfold the brave. The second of crimson, born wild from stone, to melt down the crowns and consume the high throne. The third is of white, unseeable, hiding in the snow, that feeds on the silence and starves out the night. When all three shall gather where destiny spoke, the world will be reborn, or vanish in smoke.” The starlit wolves finished.
Characters so far: Orchid: A silver wolf, female, green eyes, loner Willow: A dark wolf, female, cheerful, amber eyes. she believes her eyes are tiny suns. Kind emerald: (Deceased)
