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The night was peaceful and calm into the park. No living soul was on sight as the moon shone brightly over the night sky, casting a ghostly glow over the park. It was peaceful as the night air floated around, lighted by the occasional light post around, casting the glow of its lamp over the ground bellow, granting that it would be sight for anyone who would venture in the park.

However, there were few individuals that would be late that night. Even if the park was big and was one of the most popular places in the city, especially for dates and meetings, it was nearly two hours past midnight now, and the only ones that would be out that late would be, as to say, "less trustable".

So, the park was empty. The banks that were around the place laid silently and empty in the grass field, which was starting to form small droplets of water as the night air met it and it condensed. The big fountain, depicting several water mammals, like dolphins and orcas, laid lifeless, for it was not shooting the waters around it, which caused delight to anyone who saw it. It was always switched off at night, when there was nearly no one around to watch it, so it being kept turned on was only a big waste of energy and, consequently, of money.

So, the park was completely lifeless and completely dessert, being left alone and dark into the stillness of night. There was not a living soul around, so, consequently, there was not a single living soul nearby to see what would happen next.

At the middle of the park, right in front of the fountain, the air suddenly swirled and bent over itself. Some kind of mist formed, as it seemed to have several small sparks around it, as it was a bunch of fireflies. The air twisted and bent even more, as it the space itself was stretching and changing its shape in order to adopt some new kind of format.

After a few moments, the air suddenly rippled, as it a stone had been cast on water, as a single and lonely figure stepped out of the mist, as if he had materialized from thin air.

The figure landed safely on its feet in the ground, and looked all around itself.

There was absolutely no one around. Good, the last thing he needed now was someone seeing him and having to give some kind of explanation.

It was not only the fact that the figure, which was a wolf at his late thirties, maybe entering his middle-years, had appeared out of nowhere as if it was magic. It was also because of the way he was dressed right now.

He was wearing a suit that would made him stand out in a crowd, by the fact that it resembled somewhat a musketeer clothing. Long-legged pants and a ruffian shirt, and completed by a fancy hat in his head with a long feather in it. And he also had a long white cape that floated with the light wind behind himself. His long grey tail waved behind him under the cape, and his bare wolf paws touched the concrete ground beneath him.

All his clothing was white, with some gold and silver trimming, especially in the shoes and the shirt. Actually, the feather that came out of his hat seemed to almost be made of silver! Still, it floated like a regular feather as it was held in the hat by a brooch that resembled a cross. It had a gem on it that seemed to be a diamond, and was enveloped by golden trimming, making it really look like a very fancy brooch.

On his hand, the grey furred wolf was holding a rapier, a sword that was classic of the Musketeers, and it shone its silvery blade as the wolf held it by the golden handle, decorated with what seemed to be small diamonds. It was indeed a fine piece of art, and who looked at it intently, especially at the sharp looking blade, would know that it was not only for show. Indeed, the blade looked to be quite sharp, and it looked like the kind of weapon that could make some serious damage.

The wolf sighed as he looked up "What a night!" he said to himself, sounding like someone who just finished a hard day of work. "I swear I would take vacation if I could." He said as he stretched his arms up his body, letting the sword in his hand glow in the moonlight, right before it disappeared form his hands into a white flash, leaving behind absolutely no traits that it had even existed.

"Well, I better go to sleep now." He said as he started walking away, leaving his hand to his hat. However, before he could touch it, he felt a shiver run up at his spine, as the brooch on his hat started glowing softly.

He blinked as he stopped on his tracks and he looked back, in time to see the mist from which he had just came from starting to form again, as the air and space around it twitched and twisted around itself.

He looked incredulously at the mist that formed, and he blinked.

No.

It was not going to...

Not there.

They would never get outside off...

However, his thoughts were proved wrong, as what he feared had happened. Some creature materialized from the mist and they landed in the ground in front of him. These creatures were by and bulky white mantises, all of them with two sets of forelimbs, one of long arms with dexterous hands and the other ending on scythe-like blades, and they were supported by strong and powerful legs, which somehow remembered the ones of a cricket, certainly powerful for jumping. Their eyes were big and bulbous like the ones of a fly and a long pair of antenna came out of their heads, as their ant-like jaws clicked as they fixated their insectoid eyes in the wolf.

"You can't be serious." The wolf said as the creatures all screeched, raising their arms and blades as they seemed ready to pounce. The wolf could only groan as he took a hand to his chest, and from there, he pulled out another rapier, this one identical to the one he had just dematerialized. And it was right in the moment that one of the insectoid monsters jumped in his direction.

The wolf had to think really fast, but he was able to parry the attack of the scythe of the creature's arm with his blade, and for a moment, they struggled against each other. But it was only before the creature raised its other scythe and brought it down in direction to the wolf. But the wolf was not hit, because he was no longer there.

He had immediately jumped out of the way with amazing speed, and then looked at the creatures that threatened him. There were five of them, and they all looked at him drooling some greenish substance from their mouths and clicking their jaws at him, as if they wanted to make him of their next meal.

The wolf looked at them as he breathed, and he swirled his cape, enveloping himself as if it was a cloth. He remained in there for a few seconds, before getting up and making the cape get away, revealing that he was now surrounded by a lot of rapiers, all of them identical.

The wolf snarled at the creatures as he threw the rapier that was on his hand in direction to the creature that had just attacked him. He hit it square in the chest, making it spurt some black colored, smoking blood. The creature cried out loudly as it flailed its limbs, like a wounded insect.

The wolf, however, didn't felt any sympathy for that creature, as he picked another sword form the ones that were around him and threw it. This one hit the creature right between the eyes. The creature stood in silence as its arms twitched and then, it fell to the ground. Immediately, its body started to dissolve, as if it was fizzing as it disappeared completely, leaving no proof it existed.

In this moment, the other creatures all started to run at an alarming speed in direction to the wolf. But the wolf was not staying behind. Fast as a lightning, he swirled around and picked each of the swords that were sunk in the ground around him and threw them at the creatures.

The first creature was hit by three swords at the chest, and it let out a loud screech as it died, just like its companion before it. The one right behind was hit in the leg and stumbled to the ground, in time to be hit by another sword to the head, perishing too.

The last two cried out as they both jumped high, several feet above the wolf.

The canine looked up as he picked up the swords and threw them in direction to the bugs, which were coming in his direction.

The creatures cried out as the swords passed by them. One of them cried as it was hit on the leg by one of them, and the other, was hit in the chest, in the area of what would be the belly, and in the head, right between the antenna. It died in the way, while the other, though had a damaged leg, still able to cry out as it raised as its scythes and bring they all down in the wolf, who had just caught the last of the swords, and used it to parry the descending blades. A wave of dust raised from the ground as they boomed against each other.

Inside the cloud of dust, the wolf and the mantis-monster fought blade to blade. The wolf swirled and spun as he moved his rapier, trying to hit the creature, and he was able to score some hits into it as gashes were appearing into the creature's body and leaking black blood. The creature cried as it moved its scythes and tried to hit the wolf, which dodged the moves swiftly with a twirl, or simply parred them with his sword before pushing the creature back and lashing back to make a gash appeared on its body.

The creature was clearly losing, and the wolf clearly had the upper hand. But the creature had a few tricks. It opened its maw and spat the green fluid that was dripping from its mouth in the wolf. The canine had to quickly dodge the attack, but some of it hit on his cape, and it started to fume as it was eaten away by the substance, letting out poisonous fumes.

This distracted the wolf for long enough for the creature to use its first set of arms to grab the wolf, pinning his arms to his sides and raising him form the ground. The wolf cried out as he flailed its limbs as tried to attack the creature, but the rapier he had was kicked out of his hand by the creature's leg.

It looked at him with these enormous eyes as it clacked its jaws at him, almost as it was snapping them purposely at his face. The wolf grunted as the acrid smell of the creature's breath hit his face, making him want to throw up. The creature looked at him, as it said "You will never find them."

The wolf stopped for a moment as he looked at the creature. "What?" he said, sounding confuse, but the creature seemed not to notice.

"They will not intervene." It said to him, almost in a mechanical way, as if it had not very much more intelligence to say something else. "You will never find them. They will never be!" the creature said as it raised its scythes in the air, ready to slice the wolf into pieces.

However, the wolf was not going to give the creature this satisfaction. He immediately swung his leg, hitting the creature on the chin with more strength than it would be possible. The creature stumbled back as it let go of the wolf, who landed in the ground swift, and quickly outstretched his arm, materializing yet another rapier on his hand.

The creature barely had time to react or even register what happened, before the wolf assaulted it with a flurry of stabs and slices of his rapier. Each none created a wound that drawn black-colored blood from the creature's body, which flailed its limbs as it screeched, in a blind attempt to hit its assailant.

The wolf gave them four lightning-fast slashes, and once he was done, the four arms of the creature fell to the ground, dissolving into nothingness just like the other creatures. The mantis-like monster looked at the empty spaces, leaking blood, which once had been its arms, and it looked at the wolf, and it was right in the moment that he raised his rapier high in the air, and made one single downward slash.

His blade touched the ground, and for a moment, he and the creature he was fighting stood in there, both in silence and not moving, when the creature suddenly spurted black blood form its body, as it if had been cut clean in half. As it stumbled, its body started to effervesce and, before it hit them ground, the body had already started to solve into nothingness.

The wolf stood in the place he was for a few more seconds, before he finally let out a long sigh, and he finally got up. He looked around, and he saw the swords he had created and threw at the creatures around him, but there was absolutely no sigh of said creatures. Soon, the swords started dissolving themselves into sparks of white light and vanishing as candles going out into a dark room, also disappearing without giving any sighs that they had even existed.

The wolf looked around, and he looked at his own feet, seeing that he was standing into the crater. One small crater that had been created by the creature when it came to him and they clashed. He let a sigh as he knew that this was probably going to raise questions when people found it in the morning.

The wolf then reached out for his hat, and he picked the brooch of diamond in shape of cross that he had, and he held it into his hand, and pointed it right to the crater. The amulet shone white light over the crater, which was created, and then, after a few seconds, the crater was gone, as if it had never even been made.

Once this damage was fixed, the wolf looked around one last time, specially to the place in front of the fountain, where he and the creatures had both come from. It seemed that he was checking to see if no other was going to come out, and it seemed that it was not, for he finally let out a sigh. Then the wolf was enveloped by a white light, and as it vanished, the wolf was no longer wearing his musketeer outfit. Now he wore normal clothes. One blue and white colored T-shirt and long jeans pants. It was clearly still the same wolf, tough, for he had the same grey colored fur and the same long tail and the same caramel-colored eyes.

In his hand, was still being the brooch that he had just taken off his hat, which did not existed anymore. He looked at it as it was still glowing softly, but the glow was steady, and so, the wolf seemed relieved by this, and he passed a hand over the amulet, and once he was done, in its place was now a silvery ring. It had a gemstone in it, possibly a diamond, and it had the same white color that the brooch he had on his hand a few moments ago had, and also, the same kind of glow.

After a few seconds, the glow subsided and disappeared, making what the wolf had in his hands look like a regular ring, which could be bought in any store in the street. Actually, many would thing it to be worthless.

The wolf placed it in his ring-finger, and he let out a sigh. Even if he was relieved that he had taken care of the problem and that now this was definitely solved, he could not avoid the feeling of being disturbed by what had just happened.

They had come across.

They never did it before. They shouldn't do what they just did. They should always avoid being seem unless it was on their own barriers, never one of them had just came across the veil. Even if it was to hunt him down. Even if it was at a time like that, when no one would see. Even if they planned to eliminate anyone who was near and he could possibly witness what had just transpire. They would never simply walk through like that and simply come to this side. The risks were too great, for everyone.

However, they had done it. They had crossed and had come, and they seemed not to hesitate into doing so. And this led the wolf to question himself.

Why?

Why would they take a risk like that only to come after him?

Sure, he had messed with them a lot of times, but he had just done not more than all the others had. Why they would chase him through the veil? What would make them do something so extreme just to eliminate him?

And he remembered what the creature said.

It talked about something... No, someone. It talked about "they". It seemed to know that it was talking about something important, and it also seemed to think that the wolf would know what it was talking about. But the truth was that the wolf had absolutely no idea!

Who were "they"? Why he said they would not "come to be"? What was the meaning of them? It was really talking about someone? Or it was talking about something else? Was it some kind of riddle? Was that even true? Or was it something that the creature decided to say only to confuse him and mock him? What was the true meaning of all of that?!?

The wolf groaned as he massaged the space of his muzzle that would pass by the bridge of his nose. He _hated_to be hanging in the story, and not having a clue of what was going on. What happened tonight had just been another of a series of things that had been happening and which had gotten him really preoccupied. The worst part was having no idea of what was going on, because this way, he had no idea of what to do to take care of the situation.

He let out a heavy sigh as he hung his head and his ears flattened against his skull. Well, maybe there was nothing he could do about the situation as a whole, but one thing: he could continue to do his job, his duty, and keep doing it. Also, he could still investigate what was going on.

There was just something happening. All the strange things that happened. The strange behaviors. The increase in the tax of their activities. There was something going on. Something BIG. Something important. He could just feel it in his bones, in his heart, in the back of his mind, in his very soul.

As the wolf looked up at the full moon, and turned his back to walk away, he knew he had to do it. However, now he had to rest, even because, he had to get ready for the next day. He had to try to sleep at least a few hours before tomorrow. However, he knew that it was not over. And, even as he walked away to call it an end for the night, even if he was going to forget about the situation at least to try to make a good sleep and to keep himself all together and prevent himself from going apart or exploding. He knew that he had to go to the end of this story, to the very bottom to discover just what was the point, what they were plotting and, most important: how to stop it.

He was going to do exactly what he always did:

He was going to find a way.

That was the only thing in his mind as he walked away, leaving behind him a peaceful and quiet park, once again totally silent into the night air. The breeze of the night silently blew softly its coldness over the park. The droplets of water still formed in the grass. The banks still stood silently and unmoving into the dim light that was cast both by the moon and by the light posts. The fountain still in place, without water and without moving as the night around it passed. The park was still as dead and quiet as it had been just ten minutes ago. And anyone who would possibly wander into that place by now, would never be able to guess or even imagine what had just transpired in that park just instants ago.

The place was dark, however, it was possible to see. Though everything around was in shades of grey and black and white.

In this place, one single figure ran.

He was a lion. He was only a teenager. He had a moderately well build body, with a little musculature on his chest, arms and in his legs, but he was still slender. He wore a white polo T-shirt and long jeans pants, ripped near the ends. His fur was light-gold in color with a lighter color for his muzzle and in the end of his hands and naked paws, and he also had spots in his wrists and ankles. His eyes were light-brown and his nose was maroon-colored, and he had a tuff of red fur on the tip of his tail, and also some on his head, as the beginning of the growing of his mane, and he had whiskers on his muzzle, as it was expected form a feline like him.

This young lion was running past the ambient around him, not really paying attention. In his face there was a worried expression, as he looked around, to decide which way was best to follow. He quickly opted for one of them, and he kept running.

That place seemed that it went on forever!

He had already made several turns and passed by several hallways and crossroads, and he felt like he was walking inside a maze. Even though he was sure that not a single time he had passed by the same place twice, he was sure that he was walking in circles. It was almost as if the place around him was changing on purpose, as if to confuse him and prevent him from finding the way out.

He stood in there, standing in the middle of an arid and devastated ambient around himself. It seemed a part of a desert in which he was in, with dead trees standing and also the carcasses of feral animals which had most likely died from thirsty in that place.

The young lion panted as he looked around, trying to make a direction to which follow now. But it didn't mattered to which side he looked, all of them seemed to continue in direction to an endless desert around him, devoid of light, color, or life of any kind.

That was when he heard a voice. It was barely louder than a whisper, but he heard it perfectly.

_ "This way."_

His head jerked, as he looked around, and he called out "Who is in there?" But no one answer, but the voice come again "This way."

He looked over, and he could pinpoint the place that the sound had come from.

"This way."

The voice continued to call him, and he was drove by an instinct to follow it. He started running in the direction the voice was coming... or... pointing him into... He wasn't even sure why. He just felt like he should follow it.

He passed by the desert, and soon, he was walking past a long, spiraled hallway, and going in direction to a door. As soon as he opened it, he found himself in the middle of a big room, with several staircases, each one leading to another door.

The young lion looked around himself, still panting as he looked to all sides to try to make a direction. His answer, once again, came in the shape of the whispering voice. "This way."

He jerked his head to his right, form where the voice had come from, and he was able to make it to the third staircase. The voice was still calling out, saying "this way" as if urging him to follow and go, and with certain urgency, as if the time was running short. The young lion heard the voice, and he noticed that it somehow sounded familiar to him. However, he had no time to think about it, for he felt like he should be going.

He rushed to the staircase, and started climbing into the stairs. They were long, and he arrived to the top panting more than normal. However, he felt no tired in anyway, which he would have found strange in other circumstances, but right now, he had no time to think about it, for he was now standing in front of a big iron door.

As he stood next to it, he could hear sounds coming from the other side. They seemed to be clashes of weapons, and also primal cries that didn't belonged to anything that the young lion was able to recognize, and there were also... explosions?

The young lion took a step back in front of the door. His instincts now conflicted. Part of his instincts told him to go ahead and open the door, and the other part told him to turn around and get away from that door and search for another way. As the lion tried to decide which one of them to follow, he was suddenly called by the voice again.

"Open the door." It said to him "Before it is too late."

The way the voice said it made something click inside of the lion, and then, he quickly raised his hands, grabbed the doorknob and turned it, before pushing the door. It was heavy, so he needed to use the strength of his two arms to push it open, and as soon as he did, he stood in the doorframe, looking at the scene before him.

He now stood in the middle of a great fields, and form there, he had the view for a great crowd. However, it was not composed by animals. It was composed by a hoard of several strange looking and monstrous creatures, all of which seemed frightening in their own way. And it was not only the fact that they had claws, and jaws, and horns, and blades of all kinds in their bodies. Nor that they looked like nothing that could come out of the natural world. It was the fact that they all had some kind of presence around themselves, a presence that the young lion could feel even from the distance he was from the creatures. It was like they were evil. The lion just felt it. They were so evil that it was like the evil was leaking form them, into some short of aura of pure malice.

If the creature were very near him, by the way, even if they were looking at him, he would feel scared to death. However, their attention was turned to another creature. This one stood in the middle of them, and it drastically different form the rest of them.

For beginning, the creature was a wolf, and it was easy to see. It was a normal anthro wolf, standing in two legs in the middle of them. He was clearly normal as he different from the alien and disturbing shapes of the creatures around him, even by the way he was dressed. He was wearing what seemed to be a musketeer outfit, like from the old movies, all white and with a matching hat, and the lion could make out something glowing in the hat. But there was something more that made it different, and it was the aura.

While the creatures let out some kind of evil that made the young lion feel some kind of fear deep in his heart, the wolf that stood in there was letting out a very different feeling. It was like he was letting out some white light from his body as well as a strange feeling. It was like bravery and power. It made the young lion feel better, as if the wolf was a star shining in the middle of a dark sky, or like a lighthouse casting its glow to others. Anyhow, it was like the wolf was some kind of light that was spreading life and hope in the void and dark all around him. However, even that shine and hope seemed to become dim front to fear and malevolence of the horde of evil creatures that was staring at him.

Even standing at distance, the lion could see very well as the figure pulled an old looking sword from god-knows-where and held it tightly as it faced the creatures. And then, faster than the eye could follow, it jumped forward.

The lion just blinked and he saw that the wolf was no longer there. A loud mix of cries and roars made him turn his head in time to see the wolf using the sword to slice out the heads of two of the monsters.

The lion blinked, not believing that it was possible to move at such speed and with such power.

The wolf, right after doing it, swung his blade and he cut out a big monster's arm clean off, right before doping the same with its head. However, as soon as this monster was defeated, another three went right to them wolf, all of them swinging their blade-like appendages to the canine.

The wolf had to quickly spin around and parry them with his blade, and he was able to push all the attackers back. As they advanced against him again, the wolf took out another sword, seemingly from nowhere, and he was now using the two swords to clash with the creatures that threatened him.

After a while of clash, he finally was able to use the swords to quickly stab each creature in the chest, making them let out primal cries as they feel to the ground.

However, there was a still a whole horde of creatures all around the wolf, and it seemed that all of them wanted to go after the wolf to avenge their recently demised friends. The wolf was forced to constantly dodge and parry several attacks with his two swords and to think fast to be able to really fight and stay alive.

The young lion watched amazed as the wolf was able to keep his ground against these monsters. He knew that himself would probably have been killed by now. Many others would have turned around and ran for their lives if they were faced by these creatures. But the wolf, he was able to fight them and to really stand his ground into a fight with them.

However, he noticed that the wolf was having troubles.

It seemed that the creatures did not end, and it seemed that for each one he killed, the next was bigger, stronger, and even scarier than the last. All of them were terrifying in their own way, but still, it seemed that each one was somehow worse than the last. The wolf was able to keep up with them, but it was clear that the wolf was starting to have problems.

The canine had to swing his blades at a fast rate, and most times, the young lion could not even see his movements, such was his speed. However, he was clearly seeing that the creatures that came for the wolf were becoming increasingly hard to slay. Some the wolf could kill with just opne move, but others took his attention and several blows to stop moving. It also did not helped that they seemed to be going for the wolf almost all at the same time.

The wolf had just dodged the claws of a very big monster and landed on the ground, when a shadow befall him. He looked up surprised, just in time to see a gargantuan monster with a big, hammer-like paw raised and ready to go down on him.

The wolf had to quickly jump out of the way, as the hammer connected with the ground. And it was good that he did it, for that blow, when connected, made such a force that made the ground crack and exploded, and created a tremor that the young lion could feel form where he was, and which almost knocked him out of his feet.

He was able to recover in time to see several chucks of the ground floating in the air. And he saw the wolf jumping among them.

The canine jumped from one to another with speed and agility that would put any Olympic gymnast to shame. And he did all of that while holding onto the sword he had on his hand. As he jumped, the young lion could see him throwing swords in the creatures below. Several swords. From where he was taking all of them out?

The creatures screeched as they were hit by the swords, some of them immediately died after, while some of them remained on their feet, seeming wounded, and there was even some that seemed to not even be bothered by the swords.

The wolf kept jumping among the chucks of stone and earth, while some creatures followed him onto it, jumping into them, or even flying around. They quickly went in the same level as the wolf, and started attacking anew. The wolf had to quickly fight by using swords. The parried their attacks, countered with stabs and slashes, and he threw swords of them, and it was seeming that the wolf had some kind of pocket form where the swords came. The lion wondered what was going to happen if he ran out of swords. He shuttered at the thought.

The wolf had just cut out one wing of a flying creature, making it screech as it fall back to the ground, when he had to parry and slash back at another creature that came in his direction. As if it was not enough, soon it seemed that the creatures where throwing things at him. They looked like blades, like spikes, like stones, and even fireballs!

The wolf was able to dodge and parry the attacks, but he was clearly having difficulties into parrying them all and fighting off the creatures that came at him at the same time. At one given moment, one stream of what seemed to be fire hit him square in the chest, launching him back and making him crash against one of the floating chucks of ground, raising dust and creating a crater.

"No!" The young lion cried out as the wolf was hit. He barely even knew the wolf, yet, he felt like they were attacking someone who was important to him. He watched as the dust settled, and a white blur passed past the dust, and started jumping again from one chuck to the other. It was the wolf. He didn't seemed to be hurt, however, it was clear that he had lost speed, and his attacks into the creatures and parries seemed to have become even more difficulty, as if he was in great pain, or unfocused. It was clear that he was having problems, and even more when he was hit by another beam of fire, and them by a rock right in the head, which opened a gash in his forehead from which leaked his crimson blood.

The lion watched as the wolf was starting to be outnumbered and overpowered, when the voice came again, this time, talking normally. "It is too much for him."

The lion quickly jerked his head to his left, seeing the source of the voice he had been hearing. The creature on his side was red, but that was all he could make out. The figure that was standing next to him looked as if it was made out red color in the vague shape of an anthropomorphic creature. However, even the species could not be pin-pointed. Yet, it was clearly different from the monsters that were attacking the wolf. And also, looking at the figure, it seemed vaguely familiar to him...

"He has been taking on his own for a long time, but this is bigger than anything he ever faced before." Said the figure in a clearly masculine voice. The young lion was sure he knew that voice! "It is too much for him to face on his own." It simply said as it kept looking forward, in the direction the wolf and the creatures were fighting.

The lion turned his head back in time to see that now there were long tendrils made of darkness, and they all seemed to be trying to get the wolf, in addition to all that was already happening. The wolf dodged and spun around as he landed in each chuck of earth, whoever, he was hit in the back by one of the creature's claws.

Shock covered his face as his cape was ripped out of his body, and blood gushed to out of the fresh wound on his back. He gritted his teeth and picked the feather on his head, and threw it in the air. The feather, as if having a mind of its own, moved and floated, and pierced the creature as if it was an arrow.

The creature cried out as it fell, and the feather was already making its way back to the wolf, when it a fireball hit it and instantly burned it, making the feather disintegrate into nothing more than ashes.

The wolf didn't even had time to react as another creature bit him in the shoulder, making blood leak form the wound. The wolf cried out as the creature moved and threw him up with its jaws. The wolf flew in the air as four fireballs suddenly hit him; one after the other, making the canine be thrown in different directions by the power of each of them.

The young lion gasped as he saw the wolf being punished like that by the enemies, and he could only watch as the wolf, while still on the air, was grabbed by the leg by one of the tendrils, and swung around.

The poor unfortunate canine hit one chuck of rock, and then two, and then a third, and finally, he was slammed hard against a fourth, raising dust from it.

"That is horrible!" said the young lion, finally finding his voice back "Someone has to help him!"

"Who you suggest?" asked the red figure by his side, and the young lion looked at him "Maybe my father! He has friends! He is a co-"

"Do you really think a police team will be able to help him?" the figure asked, not letting him finish. "Do you think the S.W.A.T will be able to help him fight these things?"

The young lion didn't had answer for that. He knew that the figure was right. He knew that even with the whole police force of his city together they would never be able to help the wolf, not against these things.

He looked over as he could see the wolf trying to get up from the crater that he was in the floating chuck of earth. The canine tried to force himself up, when a shadow formed over him. He could only look up in time to see a gigantic fist, belonging to a huge creature, collide with him. The impact broke the chuck of rock he was in, and propelled him in direction to the earth, making him land with a crash and a big wave of dust.

The young lion gasped at it, and the figure continued. "He is the only one who can truly fight them, but he can't do that on his own." The young lion looked at it, as it kept looking forward, and continued into a calm pace, "He continued when many others would have lost their hopes and accepted the unavoidable. He is the last line of defense. If he gives up now, then it is all over... for all of us."

The young lion looked back, in time to see the cloud of dust settle down as it was surrounded by the horde. The wolf was in the middle of it, his outfit burned and ripped and he looked battered. The canine flinched as he struggled to get up, and he looked over.

He was looking right in direction to the young lion, right at him. The wolf looked at him, and he screamed something, one single word, but no sound came out of his mouth. In this moment, the creatures all crept closer to him, all seemed to be ready to finishing him off for good.

"There is nothing to be done?" The young lion asked in desperation, and he turned to the figure by his side "No one can do anything!?"

He wanted to help. He wanted to do something to help! He NEEDED to do something! Anything!

The figure finally diverged its attention form the fight, and looked at him. "You can."

The young lion blinked at the figure. "What!?" he asked in shock. The figure ignored his surprise, and simply turned to him entirely, and said, "You have the power to change it. You have the power to save him, and all the others, laying inside of you."

The young lion looked at the figure in front of him. Was it serious? HE could really do something about all of that?

"You shall not be alone in this quest. Together, you can change the destiny and the outcome of all of this." The figure said to him "You just need to have the courage to do so." It said as it raised its hand to him. Looking in it, the young lion could see something, a spot of red. Redder than the rest of the creature, and it seemed to glow. It was in the shape of something like a diamond, and the creature said "Do you have courage?... Kion?"

The young lion looked at the figure, and he was about to ask how it knew his name, when it kept repeating.

"Kion.... Kion... KION!"

Then suddenly, the lion felt as if the ground beneath him had disappeared, and he cried out as he fell.

THUD

"OUCH!"

The young lion squirmed as he hit the ground, and he found himself covered by something soft. He was going to rip it with his claws, when he remembered it was his own mattress.

He quickly pulled it out, revealing his furred head as it got up and found himself on his room, right by the side of his bed, from where he had just fallen.

"Kion!" A female voice called in the outside "Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes! You better be ready till then!"

The lion blinked as he looked around, seeing that he was indeed in his own bedroom, with on the floor, with his mattresses over him and his pillow fallen to the side.

"Uhg... Strange dream..." The lion said as he rubbed his head, where he had hit the ground.

"Kion!" said the female voice again "Are you hearing me? You don't want to be late for the first day of school, do you?"

"Okay, mon!" said the young lion named Kion "I'm coming!" he said as he got up, and he tried to remember what he had just dreamed about.

It was in a strange place, and there was a voice and... there... there was a wolf, right? Ugh, it hurt to try to remember. Still, the young lion knew that he had woke up with his full senses, and his heart was beating far faster than normal.

The dream was possibly something that was either too scary or amazingly awesome, and now he couldn't remember a thing about it.

Dammit! Kion hated these kinds of dreams!