Chapter 2 I seen him, did I really?

The images of his siblings pelts lying upon the fallens racks haunted the young dire as he moved farther away from his home. A well of power could be seen clearly in his shimmering eyes as his gaze sweept slowly over the scene before him.

The Drake Mountains toward before him, deviding the continent from north to south. Though home to the weakest dragon kin, very few dared enter. A full grown Female drake could easily grow to a hundread yards from tail tip to nose. With a wing span nearing 200+ yards. With the rarely seen males record size being 75 yards in length, wing span only reaching 150+ yards.

Alister had learned all there was to know about Drakes and their territory from his father in preparation for a time just like this. With every step nearer to the mountain path, Alister fed his negative emotions into a pulsing silver ball of ice, fire, wind and lightning deep within his mind.

A form of meditation he had mastered near two decades ago.

By the time his paw first settled on the black stone path of the Drake Mountains, an aura of peace eminated from him. Any being within a mile of him with a negative emotion clouding their mind would suddenly find a a smile on a their face and laughter not far behind. The closer a being found themselves, the more profound his aura would effect them.

Picking up his pace, Alister shortly found his way to the highest level of the switch back path into the Drake Mountain range. His sharp eyes turning back towards his home.

The edge of the forest now over ten miles away, from the height he stood, he could still make out the figures of countless animals leaving. From the smallest crimson mouse to the Grand Liger, a stunningly beautiful beast with silver and gold fur that shimmered brilliantly even in the dim light of the stars.

As the largest and oldest Grand Liger cleared the trees, its pure white eyes turn to meet Alisters gaze before he bowed low. The great beast held the position for near a half hour after Alister disappeared between the towering peaks of the mountain range.

Slowly scanning the path before him, Alisters gleaming orbs peirce the shadows with ease. In the 5 millenia his ancestors nourished the now dubed, Fallen Forest. The untapped well of power Ali held deep within him eclipsed all before him. His over all appearance matched his father's, midnight black fur and narrow build had led many to underestimate him. His intelect and ability to learn from his mother, the soul Artic Pheonix Direwolf to ever leave her people. With these two immensely different bloodlines mergeing near perfectly in him. Alister held the abilities of both ancient packs.

The Arctic Pheonix Wolves

Longest known life span 2 million years, these few having transcended to the realm of the divine. Power over ice, Lightning and occasionally, the illusive element of Light.

Though masters of these three elements, they have the ability to learn to weild all 15 of the elemental forces this world contained.

The Darklight Guardians

Longest known life span a billion years old. Though only possable after mastering all 15 elemental forces, without destroying their own mind.

Born with all affinities, yet most gravitate to Fire, Earth, Light, Space and Divine.

A few hours after Alister turned away from the bowing Grand Liger. He forces his way through an illusion barrier, to suddenly find himself miles deeper in the Drake Mountains. His gaze sweeping over his new location continuously as the ground beneath him shakes.

An hour before:

What appeared to be a mountain side shifted slowly, a flawlessly smooth section slowly parting to reveal the smoldering crimson glow of the oldest black drakes eye. This ancient beast having sat still for so long, half her figure had merged with the mountain she called home. Lifting her head slowly, the drakes gaze turns in the direction Alister approached from.

With a single mental call, the Monarch of the Drake mountain urged her offspring to open a path for the inheritor of the Darklight Legacy. Within moments, the full 200,000 of the drake population merged their power to alter the range. Shifting mountains, rearranging paths and gourges to lead Him to their Monarch.

Back in the Fallens camp:

"i only see four pelts. My scouts reported five of the pests living here, the last five of their cursed kind. Where is he!" A musical voice said softly, an edge to her voice that cut like a white hot razor.

Silver hair hung down to mid back, a helmet of Demonic silver and black diamond. Silver flames dancing within the gems depths.

Three fallen angle males drop to their knees before her, their bodies clearly trembling.

"My lady Black Heart, their is no sign of the fifth. Not one of the 700 fallen that have commed the forest have found a s-s-single trace he ever existed." the largest of the males stuttered his eyes shut tight.

Black Heart slowly turned her silver eyes on the male, a hint of suprise flashed in them, yet it was gone before anyone was sure they had seen it. Lightly she taps her chin as she thought. She had seen the young wolf, yet even then she felt nothing from him. As if the dire had been nothing but an illusion..... 'No, our greatest scryer verified five Darklight signitures in this forest. Their must be far more to him then we know.' She thought to herself, eyes shimmering with interest and worry.

"Dri'la, you disappoint me." She says in a voice as cold as the Arctic. Her hand blurs and a sword of black flame bisected the kneeling male from head to crotch, not a drop of blood to be seen as the blade instantly carterized the two halves. An instant later the flame spread, leaving nothing behind.

"Now, Dri'ra. You take over the search, all here are under your command. Do not disappoint me, or Dri'la's fate will be like a tropical vacation compared to what I do to you."

Without another word Dark Heart vanished in a coloum of black and silver light.

"As you command my lady." whispers Dri'ra the black haired fallen. His eyes flashing deep crimson as the power of his promotion flowed through him. His gray wings fully leaching of color until they matched the color of bone. "Move out! Not one of us will rest until the existence and location of the pest is found. Do not doubt for an instant that I will be the only one to face our ladies wrath if we fail to find him."

Dri'ra turns his back to the assembled Fallen moments before a whirlwind starts up in the clearing; as all 600 of the scouts and 98 other assorted fallen take to the skies. His dark eyes settling on the five pelts, a silver aura eminating from each preventing anymore being done with them. "he must be found. Captured and brought here, or all our work will be for not." As his eyes settle on the pure white pelt of Elora's, he tilts his head slightly before his eyes widen. "No, She was not a Darklight,

'Darkest of black, eyes of Emerald twined saphire and searing gold flame. Let all that dwell in Shadow tremble, fore their light will burn them all.'"

His mind races as he studies the white pelt, his gaze flicking to the grey pelt before shifting back. A spark of understanding flashing in his eyes as another ancient pack comes to mind. "If he holds the power of both, it would be no wonder we can't find any trace. That pack is a legend do to their ability to vanished into the wind." he whispers to himself before firmly shaking his head, and with one more glance at the pure white pelt he takes to the sky.

"Eyes of moonlit silver, crowned with lightning. Fur of the purest white, another rises, with everyone that falls. Eternal as the war between light and dark."

The two passages echoed in Dri'ra's mind as he left the camp behind, a seed of fear forming deep within his crystalline heart.