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A hazel eyed arctic wolf appeared from a spiraling light of blue centered on a tan platform covered in symbols and ancient writing. His hazel eyes were small, thick white fur leaving just enough of an opening to let him see the world. He wore a simple green leather tunic and blue silk pants that reached just passed his ankles. The thinly built arctic wolf held a simple magical sword in his right paw. The blade almost looked rusty, and the guard was simply a circle flush with the blade and the hilt, completely negating the purpose of the guard on the sword. The arctic wolf's name was Tyng.

Tyng was surrounded by a vastness of beauty, the City of Plume. A community of newly-arrived clerics and archers walked about underneath a colossal tree lit up with moving green lights. They were trading, chatting, and sparring underneath the cover of the mighty magical tree that stood in front of Tyng. Behind him, he spotted a statue of a winged rabbit holding a book close to its heart. The feminine figure of the rabbit captivated the eyes of a small group of equines donning bright red armor, each horse having their own pair of battle-axes strapped to their backs. They were listening to a small, elderly rabbit that appeared to be talking about the statue, given his hand gestures aimed towards it.

Several small booths lined two different paths underneath the tree, one path lined with booths carrying bows, crossbows, light armor, arrows, and bolts. The other path had booths filled with books, magical instruments, potions, and charms. In the center of both paths, an elderly female tortoise was providing service to the various furs that offered her gold. Furs paid her for teleportation to other places. Regardless of how many furs approached her, the tortoise was not fazed by the multitude of requests.

At the other side of the area underneath the tree, two tutors were teaching archers and clerics different techniques. The clerics were practicing their magic by casting their healing magic onto other furs, a beautiful array of red and blue auras filling the night sky, each aura descending from the heavens and becoming brighter and brighter until reaching the fur that the blessing was meant for. Even Tyng had received a blessing from a cleric, feeling a pleasant sense of relief and calm as the blessing came down upon him. Other clerics summoned bows of light into their left hands and pulled a magical arrow summoned from their right hand, firing cones of light at dummies. As the arrows flew through the air slower than a normal arrow, there were blue and white ribbons of light twirling behind them elegantly. Other clerics threw their arms up high and summoned large twisters of white that shook up the dummies, sometimes even uprooting them. More advanced clerics summoned bolts of lightning, taking careful aim as to not hurt others.

The archers fired upon moving target platforms from varying distances. Some used crossbows while others used regular bows. A few of the archers would twist on their toes 360 degrees and then fire a blue bolt of magic that went with their arrows and bolts that they shot. They were very precise with their shots. It looked common to see arrows in the moving targets being split in half as a new arrow quickly takes its place, this act repeating again and again before the target was cleaned of arrow and bolt remnants.

To the east of the tree, there laid a bridge illuminated with three cathedral-like arches. The blue lights revealed several furs crossing the bridge both ways. Nearby the bridge there were several sparring matches, most of them being archers versus archers. There were clerics nearby, waiting to practice their magic on real wounds as the archers practiced their talents on one another. Their magic must have been quite strong, as the vicious sight of arrows piercing one another's necks or shots to the head seemed to heal quickly as the brilliant lights of blue and red descended upon the wounded. Tyng looked forward to becoming one of these great healers, knowing that the world would look up to him as a sign of help and strength.

Tyng examined his plain magic sword that he came with. It wasn't very powerful, but he could cast magic with it. He had to start somewhere, but imagined what kind of power he would have in the future. He looked forward to stumbling upon strangers in trouble with monsters, sending blessings of strength and protection upon them and healing their wounds to help turn the tides of battle. He walked towards the cleric tutor that lay past the booths.

After he weaved through the crowd of clerics in training, he found the line of furs waiting to seek the guidance of the tutor. He got in line and pulled out his pouch holding his money to count what he had. He needed to carefully learn just enough to gain experience in combat through damaging magic and to be able to heal others and him. The weaker abilities were always cheap to buy lessons for, thankfully. He knows that advanced techniques and extra power in all skills can be very expensive.

The fur in front of him in line turned, smiled up at Tyng, "Hey! Are you a new cleric, too? My name is Aito! What's your name?" The younger leopard cleric was almost half the size of Tyng. He sounded very excited, throwing his arms behind him and standing on his tip toes to try and match Tyng's size, not making much headway with that attempt. He wore a red leather tunic and red shorts that reached just passed his knees. He had no shoes on, revealing his large feet paws. They could have possibly been larger than Tyng's, hinting that this young fur might grow to be much bigger. Tyng glanced at the Aito's tail, flicking to the side once. He then looked at the young fur's brown eyes, smiling down at him. "My name is Tyng, and yes...I'm a new cleric."

Aito jumped up and down, cheering loud enough that everybody around him turned their heads quickly to the sudden eruption of excitement. They quickly turned back to their own tasks as soon as they realized it was a youth. Tyng reached behind his own head and looked around the crowed, embarrassed at the attention he was receiving from this stranger. Aito calmed down and coughed quietly, trying to act more composed as he spoke again. "We should team up! We can train together and be best friends!" The youth did not seem to care about Tyng being a complete stranger, and an adult. Hadn't his parents taught him not to talk to strangers? Then again, furs were really social creatures by nature, and Tyng knew that he had no intention of harming anybody else, especially not a youth. Tyng put his paw on his hips, looking down at the leopard and noticing that he didn't have a weapon. "Okay, Aito...before I say yes, you need to tell me what happened to your sword. All clerics start out with one." Tyng talked to the youth as if he was just that, a youth. He didn't have any intention of associating with him for long, as they always become self-righteous brats whenever they don't get their way.

Aito blushed brightly, crossing a leg behind the other and holding his arms down behind him. "Um...I sold it..." Tyng's jaw dropped. "You SOLD it? How can you perform magic without any sort of catalyst for your spells?" Aito bowed his head more, his voice dropping a bit more in his shame. "I thought...I thought I could buy more spells." Tyng sighed, looking behind him at the booth selling magical weapons. He saw that there was a brand new magical sword with no listings of special imbuements. It was fairly low priced at only 100 gold. "Okay...Aito, hold my place in line." Tyng approached the booth, pulling 100 gold out of his pouch. He held the gold pieces in four stacks of 25 each, and then placed them on the booth right in front of the magic sword. The shopkeeper saw him and nodded to him in the midst of helping another customer. Tyng picked up the sword and headed his way back to his spot in line.

Tyng gently held the blade of the sword, holding the hilt towards Aito. "Here...take it." Aito looked up and shamefully took the hilt of the sword. Aito was speechless, his shame silencing him. Tyng did not notice the shame, though, but only felt annoyance in the stupidity he saw in the youth. "Are you stupid, or something? Do you even think before you make decisions like that? My god..." Stupidity was one of Tyng's biggest dislikes. He understands mistakes and mental illnesses, but this youth seemed healthy.

Aito turned around, muttering a thank you before keeping his head bowed and he hunched over, waiting in line as he twiddled with the hilt of the sword. Tyng sighed, kneeling down to meet Aito at eye level. He felt he had been a bit harsh. "Hey, look...you just need to really think about what you're giving up before you sell or give away anything. This is especially true when you are young. You don't have the life experience to easily filter out stupid mistakes." As he said that, Tyng realized that he had been angry about stupidity when Aito was truly just inexperienced. It's not Aito's fault that he didn't know he had to think about these things. After all, every fur at birth is stupid compared to a full grown adult. "I'm sorry for calling you stupid. Why don't we train together, like you suggested? Maybe I can give you a few tips and tricks as I come across them. But...if I do, then you have to teach me anything new that you learn, too. Deal?" Tyng held out his paw.

Aito turned around slowly, wiping a few tears away from his eyes as he tried to hide how upset he was. He breathed deeply before he stifled out a quick retort. "Deal" Aito shook Tyng's white paw. As Tyng shook his hand, he could feel just how large Aito's paws were, rivaling the size of his own. Tyng was impressed with the grip that Aito had, wincing a bit at the strength the youth had. Aito noticed Tyng's flinching and grinned. "Ha ha, am I too strong for you?" Aito began shaking more vigorously, clearly enjoying the thrill of overpowering an adult in something.

Tyng pulled his paw away, shaking it out a little bit before smiling down at Aito as he stood back upright. He jokingly said, "Are you sure you're not a barbarian?" He laughed lightly together with Aito. Tyng looked forward again, realizing that the fur in front of him had departed to reveal the tutor. It was Aito's turn. "Tyng! Let's go together!" Tyng agreed to Aito's request, stepping up to the tutor with him.

The tutor appeared to be a white dove, adorned with a purple necklace and a green skirt that went halfway down her thighs. Her breastplate covered her upper body, but didn't do much...given how very curvy she was. Tyng was entranced by the dove's entrancing, beautiful body. He couldn't help but stare at how voluptuous her frame was. "Ahem...sir?" Her exposed legs were just the right size, having enough flesh and feathers to hide vein and bone, but small enough to show her toned muscles. "Sir...?" His eyes traveled up her frame, slowly taking in the white feathery radiance. He then looked at her head, seeing a very angry gaze of dark black eyes, a small beak in the middle of her pampered face. "SIR!"

Tyng shook his head, looking at her with a bright blush as he chuckled lightly, scratching his head. "Oh! Sorry...um...heh" He looked down at Aito, the leopard angrily looking up at Tyng. "Pervert!" Tyng looked around him, seeing furs shaking their heads in his direction. He felt ashamed, shivering as he looked down at his feet, muttering, "Okay, we're even..." Aito's angry face turned to that of pure joy. Perhaps the little leopard saw a chance for vengeance and pounced on it. The tutor sighed, speaking in a soft tone. "Well...I assume you two are new, given your basic magic swords. I'd suggest you purchase my beginner package. You'll learn Iron Blessing, Great Cyclone, Plume Shot, and Blessing of the Pure Hearted. 2000 gold. Let's make this quick." Tyng and Aito both looked at each other. "What do you think, Tyng?" Tyng nodded his head, still bright red from his shame. He really didn't care what they were getting, as he just wanted to get out of the public eye for a bit. "We'll take it."

The tutor nodded her head and laid her feathered on Tyng first. They both began to glow with a blue aura as knowledge of these four talents began to flood Tyng's mind. Tyng closed his eyes, the experience feeling quite soothing to his body as his mind welcomed the new knowledge.

Blessing of the Pure Hearted was a spell that instantly healed damage received. It had a lengthy casting time. Plume Shot is the only physical damaging spell that clerics can learn. This spell is the summoned bow and arrow that Tyng saw earlier. Great Cyclone was a magical damage spell that summons a small cyclone that damages enemies. Iron Blessing was a quick casting healing spell, but healing would be gradual over a period of six seconds. This spell's effect was stackable.

The process was over fairly quickly. The tutor let go of Tyng's hand, taking the 2000 gold from him before signaling for him to step away. "Now for you, young one." The dove had a happier look now as he held Aito's paws. The tutor began to glow with an aura of blue as Tyng began walking away into a clearing just behind the tutor.

"Hmm...you appear to be something else, young one. I'm sorry...I cannot help you." Tyng overheard her say this, and he quickly turned around, seeing a distraught Aito holding hands with the tutor. The tutor put the 1000 gold pieces that Aito gave her back into his pouch. "I wish you luck in finding your calling...but it is not in healing others." Aito dropped his paws to his sides, tears welling up in his eyes as he walked around the tutor, approaching Tyng with a bowed head. Tyng kneeled down. "Aito...are you okay?"

"I want to be a cleric! I want to heal people! I want to be important!" The leopard began crying loudly, throwing himself into the grass below him and crying into his arms. Tyng noticed many furs looking at him, almost as if they figured he had said something mean to him. He reached forward to place a paw on Aito's shoulder. "Where are you from?"

Aito looked up, tears dousing the bottoms of his eyes. "I'm from the Lost City...you were right...I'm a barbarian...but I don't want to be one!" The youth stood up, his sadness beginning to mix with anger. "Nobody cares about barbarians! All they do is take hits! What kind of life is that!? I don't want it!" Aito began to run towards the path to the west of City of Plume, tears glimmering in the moonlight as he dashed off. Tyng quickly began to run after him. Aito made a quick turn to the north at a junction just outside of town. When Tyng arrived at the junction, Aito was already out of site. Tyng dashed northward as fast as he possibly could, trying to catch up with the distraught Aito. He knew that this path was dangerous, and an unarmed, untrained youth could be killed. "Aito! Wait!"

Tyng was running passed a large cliff face. As he called out for Aito, he noticed and arrow fly in front of him, hitting the cliff face just in front of where his face was. Tyng came to a complete stop, looking to his right to see who had just shot at him. A large werewolf with a makeshift bow aimed straight at Tyng, the purple, slobbering fiend carefully taking another shot. As he let loose his second arrow, Tyng threw himself to the floor, adrenaline surging through his body as the second arrow just narrowly soared above his head. He began prepping his summoned bow and arrow to return fire with a Plume Shot, but he had to stop short as he saw more werewolves heading his way with swords in both claws. Tyng feared for Aito. What if these werewolves had already killed him?

It didn't matter now, as he needed to fend for himself, or he'd never find Aito later. Tyng began running back the way he came, frantically casting Iron Blessing on himself as he fled. He wanted to stack the healing effects to give him a chance at taking a bit of damage from the werewolves as he returned fire. Once he casted about five Iron Blessings, he stopped in his tracks, turning around to fire a Plume Shot at the sword wielding werewolf that was closing in on him. He carefully aimed his shot, and fired straight at the head of the werewolf. Bullseye...

The bolt of blue light pierced the head of the oncoming werewolf, instantly killing the werewolf that dropped to the floor. He began running again, still needing to kill six more werewolves before he was safe. As he started trying to cast Iron Blessing again, he noticed that the blue aura that was descending upon him as he was casting before was no longer appearing. He was out of mana. "Crap!" Tyng turned around, terror in his eyes as he saw the archer werewolf firing another shot straight at him. The arrow pierced his torso, sending a surge of excruciating pain through him. The Iron Blessing's effect was weak, just like his magic was. He was in over his head with these werewolves.

Tyng began running again, but this time he was slow, the pain barely being relieved by his Iron Blessing. "Help! Somebody!" Tyng could hear the frantic stomps of the werewolves closing in on him, along with their gargled growls of bloodlust. Another surge of intense pain shot through him as he felt something jab him in the back. A werewolf managed to pierce through his midriff with a long, jagged sword, lifting Tyng up into the air by the sword so that he slid down to the hilt, able to see the bloodied blade that erupted from his belly. He began to cough up blood, his consciousness starting to fade as he saw the other werewolves surrounding him, raising their blades as they prepared to completely destroy him.

As Tyng closed his eyes, he heard the loud roar of a tiger, and then suddenly he was thrust to the ground. The shock of the landing sent a surge of pain that woke him. He saw his sword laying on the ground, just in reach. He desperately grabbed the sword, trying his hardest to cast Blessing of the Pure Hearted. Perhaps this would rejuvenate him. He shoved himself against a rock, using it to help him set himself upright. He pulled the jagged blade out of himself with little effort, his flesh so torn in the middle that moving anything through him was effortless. The pain from removing the blade gave him even more panicked energy, but he started for feel like he was about to pass out. He was losing too much blood. He put all of his energy into casting his spell, holding the sword close to his middle as he shook violently. The red aura from the sky descended upon him, and the healing effects of his spell sealed his wounds and filled him with energy. He saved himself, but quickly thought about why he wasn't being torn to pieces.

He looked to the north again, seeing that a white tiger was fighting three sword wielding werewolves next to three dead werewolves, one of them being the archer. The tiger had slash marks and arrows in it, but the beast seemed to have flesh of iron. It fought on relentlessly, battering and mauling at the werewolves with the ferocity that the werewolves were fighting with. Tyng looked through his bag, searching for many potions. He found a small one and drank it quickly. He couldn't fight these werewolves, but he could help the tiger. He knew the tiger was a barbarian, probably traveling to the City of Plume for trade.

Tyng began casting a series of Iron Blessings upon the white tiger, slowly clearing up the slash marks and arrows from the beast's body. The fighting went on for about three more minutes before all of the werewolves were killed. Tyng quickly ran over to the tiger, falling to his knees and bowing to the barbarian. "Thank you! Thank you so much! I would have died if you hadn't saved me!"

The white tiger was a form that all barbarians could take on. White tigers were the best at defense and taking damage, and were able to grab the attention of enemies to help protect others.

The barbarian began to revert to its original form, but Tyng was surprised when he recognized who his savior was. "Aito!?" Aito was panting heavily, looking at Tyng with a look of fear. "Tyng! Are you okay!? I saw what they were doing to you, and I just...I just..." Tears welled up in Aito's eyes as he recanted what he saw. "They were going to tear you apart...and you were here because of me...I could have killed you. I'm so sorry!" Aito lunged forward to hug Tyng in a tight hug. Tyng returned the embrace, chuckling quietly. "Don't take blame for what the werewolves were doing...and besides...you saved me. You have nothing to be sorry for." Aito backed away a bit, looking at Tyng with beady, teary eyes, ears folded against his head. "Aito, do you see now just how important you are? Why do you think barbarians are so ridiculous when you can take on six werewolves by yourself?" Aito quickly replied, "But I didn't! You had to heal me!" Tyng shook his head. "I did after I took a long time trying to heal myself...but you took hits from those werewolves long enough for me to get back on track, and then I was able to help you. I was about to die just from a couple strikes. Furs need barbarians to guide them through dangerous roads and dungeons, barbarians need clerics and heal them whenever they start taking too much damage. In fact, I'd say my job as a cleric is second to yours. You're taking the pain, while I sit back and just cast magic. I should be the one who is upset." Tyng smiled brightly at Aito, glad to see that Aito looked to be cheering up. "Everybody is important. Barbarians take damage, clerics heal, blademasters deal physical damage, wizards deal magical damage, venomancers weaken enemies and lure them one at a time, and archers deal physical and magical damage from afar." Tyng stood up, holding Aito close to him as he began to tear up again. "You're right...Tyng." Aito stifled his cries into Tyng's leg.

"So what about me, Tyng?" Tyng and Aito looked up to see a female orca wearing a bronze two-piece armor swim suit set, her thin white belly exposed just as her black back and tail were. She was flying on what looked like a floating wave of water. She crossed her arms, furrowing her brows and smirking with a mischievous stare at Tyng with her baby blue eyes. Her smooth skin glistened in the rising sunlight. She held out one of her fins, a small red orb floating above it. "What is the job of a psychic? Predictions? Cheerleading?" She laughed as she descended to the ground, the wave of water falling to the ground and splitting off into puddles around her. She walked up to the two of them, Aito hiding behind Tyng's leg. Tyng found that humorous, given how Tyng should be the one hiding behind Aito now. "Who's the runt? You're new boyfriend? Aren't you a little too old for him?"

Aito's face turned bright red as he shouted angrily, "I'm not his boyfriend!" The orca was a bit taken aback by the sudden anger, and she put her hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side. "Oh...so you're available then?" She sounded sweet and kind, now, but Tyng knew she was just having fun. She walked over to Aito, the leopard standing his ground now. She bent over slowly, head leveled with his. "Hmm...I'm up here, sweety." The orca caught Aito staring at her chest that was just below her head from his vantage point. He quickly averted his eyes back up to hers before turning a bright red, speechless. "So cute...if only you were a little older, eh?" Aito's blush started to course through his whole body, his paws twiddling in front of him and crossing his legs. "I'm...I'm pretty mature." He forced his voice to sound low. Tyng rolled his eyes and grabbed onto the orca's shoulder. "Okay, Roxy...you can stop now."

"Oh...my name is Roxianos, but YOU can call me Roxy." She was still looking at Aito when she said that, and then she stood back up, backing up to look at Tyng. "I told you to tell me whenever you were done with the starter stuff. But it looks like you already got started." She looked at the dead werewolves, kicking the head of one near her away. "Let me guess, you saved this kid, right? How long have you been training?"

Tyng quickly replied, scratching the back of his head as he recounted what happened from when he first arrived at the City of Plume to when Aito saved his life. Roxianos was very amused when he told her that the youth had saved him. She approached Aito, kneeling down and locking eyes with him for a moment. "Oh, you sweetheart. Thank you for saving Tyng. He's always getting himself into trouble." She held his large paw in her fins, the bashful leopard choking on air as he was overloaded with adrenaline and excitement. "Could you please look after him for me if I'm not around? Pleeeease?" She batted her eyes. Aito nodded his head, barely getting out an "uh huh..." She kissed him on the cheek, smiling brightly afterwards. "Thank you! What's your name, sweety?"

Aito's eyes were wide open after she kissed him. He opened his muzzle, trying to mouth out the words. "M...My..." He stared blankly forward, a paw reaching up and holding his cheek where she kissed him. "His name is Aito, ye seductress of children." Tyng started to feel sorry for Aito, knowing that Roxianos was just teasing the young fur.

Tyng's comment must have got to Roxianos, as she stood up and walked away from both of them, looking over her shoulder. "Okay well, Tyng, I need to tell you something. I've talked to NightRage, the leader of Infamy. He will only invite people that are at least level 20. I'd get a move on, as he could raise the level requirement later on." She then looked at Aito, still completely charmed by her. "Same for you, sweety." She winked at Aito. "Get strong so you can join the faction I'm in, okay? That'd make me so happy!" Aito snapped out of his charm, hearing the requirement from her and nodding. "Oh...Okay, you got it. Come on, Tyng, let's train!"

Aito began running off towards the north where the werewolves resided. Tyng rolled his eyes, walking up towards Roxianos before he went after Aito. "Roxy, thanks for the information, but why are you teasing him?"

"Wait, you mean you're not jealous?" She smirked after she said that. "I read a book saying that making someone you like jealous makes them like you more!"

Tyng rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah...same old Roxy." Tyng patted her on her shoulder, smiling at his friend. "It's good to see you. I'll work hard to get into the faction so we can work together. I'll even bring your new boyfriend with you." He smirked, looking at Aito as he mentioned her "new boyfriend". Roxy blushed faintly as Tyng began running towards Aito, magic sword ready for healing as Aito morphed into his white tiger form.

Roxy smiled as she raised a fin to the shoulder where Tyng just patted her. "Be safe, Tyng." She sighed quietly before she jumped onto a summoned wave of water, heading off to the northeast. She turned her head as she flew off, watching the arctic wolf and the white tiger working together to take down werewolf after werewolf until the blinding light of the rising sun forced her to look northeast.