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I shook myself back to reality, though my thoughts still hovered over Chloe.

"Hey kiddo, whatcha doing?" Mitch asked, behind me.

I spun around, almost losing my footing on the cliff.

"I dunno, I just felt like I should come here," I replied, startled.

He looked surprised.

"Same here. Can't be a coincidence now, can it?"

I shrugged; it didn't really matter that much to me, anyways.

A faint whispering sound caught my attention, and evidently Mitch's as well, and we both turned around.

Chloe was standing right behind us, her dusty-brown fur sleek, her golden stripes shining.

"Good," she said, "You're both here,"

"What the hell!" I exclaimed, shocked, "You're supposed to be dead, aren't you?"

She gave me a sad sort of look.

"Sorry, Streak, I'm still dead, but that doesn't mean that I can't talk to you, if I need to,"

Mitch looked at her, confused.

"So, I can't assume that you're here for a little hello, now, can I?" he asked.

"Not this time, sorry,"

"So what's up?" I queried.

"Streak, can you go to that tree over there, and look behind it?" she asked, suddenly, pointing to a large, majestic yew tree.

"I- ok," I replied, confused.

I walked over, and found a pair of ornate short swords, coloured in an iridescent black, each with a swirling, magical blue symbol etched just above the cross-guard, leaning against the back of the tree.

I picked them up, and brought them back into the open.

When Mitch saw them, he gasped, but Chloe merely nodded.

"C-Chloe, are these your s-swords?" Mitch asked, hesitantly.

"No," she replied simply, "They are Streak's, now,"

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"These were once mine, but as I have no further use of them, they are now yours,"

She exchanged a look with Mitch, which clearly said 'should we tell him?'

Mitch gave an almost unperceivable nod.

"They are your inheritance,"

"WHAT!?"

Mitch walked up to me, and put a comforting hand on my shoulder, which I promptly shrugged off.

"B-but how?" I managed to stammer.

Chloe took a step back, and transformed into one of the otters that had brought me into the orphanage.

"But why?"

There was silence, broken only by the wind and the waves.

"Scott, in all honesty, you were an unplanned gift, but a gift nevertheless," Chloe explained gently, "We were in the middle of a great war at the time, and I couldn't bear for something to happen to you, like what happened last time,"

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"They were killed by Might Dragon," she answered, coldly.

"He was one of the Signit commanders, wasn't he?"

A shadow crossed her face at the comment, so I wisely abandoned the conversation.

It wasn't long, though, before my anger started to bubble again.

"So why didn't you try to contact me, or anything?"

"I did, in fact, I gave you your first job," Chloe commented.

"Huh? An old badger gave me my first job though,"

"Yeah, so?" she said.

She transformed again, turning herself into the badger.

"S-so you've been watching me, all along..."

"Yes, but it was torture for the both of us," she said, almost pleadingly, with tears shining in her eyes, "We wanted to tell you, but how could we? How could we just come up, out of the blue, and say that we were the people who had abandoned you? Just think about it, if you didn't know us, how much differently would you have reacted?"

I thought long and hard.

Needless to say, the thoughts were disturbing, and so were the emotions behind them.

Chloe glanced around, suddenly, and gave a tiny whimper of pain.

"Scott, we need to talk about this, but right now, we have a bigger problem," she said.

"Huh?" I asked, still absorbed in my thoughts.

"Listen to me, there are people after you, Scott. The armies of good and evil are gathering, and they're after you, for you are the key to a war that has struggled between light and dark, good and evil, for aeons. You have the ability to both give life and take it, and so you will be pursued by both. No matter how much you wish to help, you mustn't do anything, you have to stay neutral, for if you interfere, you'll unbalance the scales, and throw the universe into pure entropy, pure chaos. Nothing will survive the onslaught, for within everything, light and dark rages eternally against one another. If any one side was to gain dominance over another, it would obliterate the other and itself as well, for there cannot be light without dark, neither can there be dark without light,"

She groaned in pain, falling to the ground.

Mitch and I ran up to her, to try and pick her up, but our hands went straight through her.

"Beware of the Brotherhood, Streak, or you'll find yourself entwined in events that will alter the course of the universe forever,"

She slowly stood up, before a flash of golden light erupted from her every orifice, and she was gone.

I stared at the place where Chloe, my mother, vanished.

"Hey, kiddo, do you need some time alone?" Mitch asked me, again placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

He looked at me strangely.

"You know, you look different. When you were a little kid, you were a cute little boy, but you were like a mix of fox and wolf. But here you are today, a fox, with no trace of wolf on you,"

He continued to look at me.

"You've probably inherited our transformation powers. I wonder what else..." he trailed off.

I sorta ignored him, concentrating on my swords.

They were both hand-and-a-half swords, and were perfectly balanced. I took a couple of practice swings, before sheathing them again.

"I understand," Mitch said, before walking off.

I sighed, and sat down, with my thoughts still conflicted.

"Are you ok?" an impish voice said.

My head shot up, and I found myself staring into the eyes of a monkey.

I groaned, irritated.

Obviously I was hearing things.

I felt a hard knuckle rap across my head.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

I looked up again, and saw that it was the monkey that had spoken.

"C-can I help you?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah, was that just Chloe there?" the monkey asked.

As he spoke, a pang of loss drove through my heart.

"Yes,"

"And you are?"

"I'm Streak, her son,"

The words sounded strange coming out of my mouth, but nevertheless, they felt right.

"Who are you, then," I asked.

"I'm Odin," the monkey said.

At the name, a strange memory stirred in my mind, of a glowing sphere, and of countless aeons of peace, war and love.

"Ok, so I'm supposed to believe that you're the hero of the White Rose?"

Odin looked at me, surprised.

"Wow, not many people know that," he commented, "and yes, I am,"

I looked at him, skeptically.

"Sure, prove it,"

He shrugged, then started to shine with a bright light.

Within seconds, a handsome fox with dark steel fur was standing before me, with a diamond-clear rapier belted on his waist.

He had shining blue mana lines running through his fur, and bore an expression of great sadness.

"So, it's true, then. The great Chloe's gone,"

Odin looked up, and stared deep into my eyes.

"Did she ever tell you about someone called Freyja?"

I thought about it for a second.

"Yeah, I think she mentioned her a couple of times. Why?"

"Did she say what happened to her?" he asked, evading the question.

"No. Again, why?"

Odin sighed, and sat down on the ground in a very un-hero-like way.

"She was the spirit that bonded with me, and allowed me to vanquish the armies of the evil Loki. It cost me my body, but not my soul, and I have survived countless ages inhabiting my descendants. The male line," he added, hastily, seeing the expression on my face.

"So, what did you want?" I asked.

"Only to pay my last respects to Chloe, and to offer my help to you. I overheard everything, by the way, and she's quite right. You have to stay neutral, or the universe is doomed. What I'm offering is this: let me bond with you, and you'll have access to all my memories, all my wisdom, and all my powers, however insignificant they may be, compared to yours,"

I thought it over.

"Ok, so what's in it for you?"

"Well, except in rare circumstances, spirits like myself can't maintain a corporeal form for very long, so we must exist within something, or our souls disintegrate, and we pass on, like we would normally,"

He stood up, as did I.

"So, do we have an agreement?"

I nodded.

He held out his arm, and I took it, feeling his power literally radiating off his body.

Something deep inside of me awoke as I touched his arm, and a wave of electricity shot through my body, making my fur spark, and at the same time, Odin turned into a shimmering, golden ball of energy, and dove into my chest, creating a yellow circle just below my neck.

"Are you alright?" I heard Odin whisper in my mind.

"Yeah, I think so, but what's all this doing on me?" I asked him, as I looked at my fur.

"Well, my best guess is that being in contact with me has given you some of my magic,"

"Huh?"

"I was able to use magic before Freyja bonded with me, and I was the most powerful stormcaller on our planet,"

"Uh huh,"

I walked over to the cliff again, and gazed over the shimmering ocean far below me.

I heard someone behind me, and I turned to see Mitch running towards me.

He skidded to a stop when he saw me.

"Are you alright, Scott?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, why'd you ask?"

"Well, uh, oh never mind, we need to go now!"

I noticed the twinge of fear in his voice, and immediately forgot all my grudges against him for the moment.

"Wh-what's wrong?" I managed to stammer.

"There were people looking for you, asking questions. After what Chloe said, it's best we get as far away as possible, as quickly as possible,"

I just nodded, following Mitch to a large hill.

He pulled out a small hand-held transmitter from a pocket in his coat, and spoke into it.

"Eifie, we're ready to transport up there, now,"

"Ok, I'm waiting," Eifie replied.

Suddenly, blue portals opened all around us, and out stepped several heavily armed soldiers, who trained their guns on us. They were all wearing the same uniform, all grey, with a silvery insignia embroided over their hearts. Or what I hoped was their hearts.

Another portal opened, and this time, a slight she-wolf walked through.

She was unarmed, but I could tell that she was the most dangerous out of everyone here,

She pointed at me.

"You will come with us," she said.

"Why?"

She looked shocked at this.

"Because I said so,"

"Or what?" I challenged her, drawing my swords, which started to shine with a black light, not evil, just strange.

I glanced over to Mitch, who clearly gave me a look which said 'get away from here as quickly as possible,'

The she-wolf saw it.

"If you try to escape, I will be forced to do something really unpleasant,"

I straightened myself up, sheathing my swords, while at the same time, Mitch unbuckled his sword hilt, and out sprang a brilliant blade, and settled into a ready stance.

"Go to hell!" I shouted at her, before opening a portal of my own, and diving through it.

As I flew through the air, I heard the wolf say something about an anti-portal thingimajiggy, and the portal started to shrink.

I managed to get through it in time, but I had no idea where I sent it to, so I was utterly lost.

Then was a flash of orange light, and I saw a scarred earth beneath me, large barricades everywhere and endless dunes flowing as far as I could see. I heard loud gunfire all around me, as well as some frighteningly large explosions close by.

The last thing I remember was a stinging pain bursting into life on my shoulder, collapsing to the ground, writhing in pain, and the concerned face of a vixen, dressed in a field medic uniform, then nothing.

I groggily woke up to the sight of a circle of light above me, on an uncomfortable bed. I heard voices a couple of metres away.

"He's been here for several days now, so can we tell if he's one of ours on not?"

"Well, he's not a darkness monster if that's what you mean. But he definitely isn't from around here,"

The other voice groaned.

"Well, then he's a neutral, then, as far as we know. I want nothing to happen to him, lest he or his people take revenge on us,"

I heard footsteps walking away, and then a door opening and shutting, before the vixen appeared again.

"Hey! You're awake! Great, how do you feel?"

"Huh?" I replied, confused.

"You took a bullet to the shoulder, and you've been unconscious for three days now," she explained, "I've been the one responsible with keeping you alive,"

I took a closer look at the vixen.

She was roughly eighteen years old, too young, really to be in an army, with a soft, gold-coloured fur. She was about 6'8", the same as me, and had beautiful, violet eyes.

"So, who do I have to thank for my life?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed.

She gave me a curious look, as if she wasn't sure if she should answer.

"My name's Sol" she replied, "And you?"

"Streak,"

I continued to look around, making a rather weird discovery.

"Umm, what's this?" I asked, pointing to the hospital gown that I was wearing.

"Oh, I, uh, well you weren't wearing anything when you came here, and, umm, well, yeah," she said, looking away in embarrassment.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Streak,"

She gave me a warm smile, making my stomach jump, and she walked out.

I was soon thankful of the gown after I made a second discovery, just beneath it, if you catch my drift.

Within a week, I had regained enough strength to get out of bed, and stretch my legs. I found out that I had been shot with something that stopped wounds from healing, which basically meant that it would take longer for my arm to get better.

When I was shown what I could wear, if I wanted to, I only picked a long, grey cape. I figured it'd look cooler.

Sol continued to look after me, giving me daily checkups, and giving me practice at controlling my emotions and the urges that came with them.

I was introduced to the person in charge of the gathering army, General Kvasir, a wise and understanding dragon. He welcomed me like I was his own son (from what I was told, he treated everyone like that, that's why he was so popular), and invited me to join the army. As much as I wanted to, I had to remain neutral, and when I told him that, he just gave me a sad look.

"I'm sorry to hear that, maybe time will help you reconsider your answer. We move out in a week, you have until then to make up your mind,"

I was torn between wanting to stay with Sol, and wanting to stay neutral.

"What if this isn't what Chloe meant?" I asked Odin.

"Well, that's a pretty fine line there, and it's not up to me where it's set," he replied, "If you want to go, there is nothing that I can do to stop you, just follow where your heart leads you,"

And so, on the last day, I went up to Kvasir, and asked if I could join.

He grasped my arm, and then led me to a tent set deep in the camp.

Inside was a fully prepared pack sitting on the ground, and beside it, a large rifle, a long sword, and a gold-and-silver coloured uniform with a red dragon embroided on the sleeve.

"This used to be my stuff, except the uniform, and I no longer have any need for them, so they're better off going to someone who needs them,"

I was overwhelmed by his generosity.

"Thank you," I said, "But I have everything I need already,"

"You don't even have a weapon, though," he observed.

"Yes I do," I said, reaching over my shoulder, grasping for a sword hilt that I only just realised wasn't there.

"Huh, where are they?"

I turned to Kvasir.

"Where are my swords?" I asked him, my anger starting to bubble.

"Umm, I think they were left where we found you,"

I rushed off, scouring the nearby plains, strewn with bodies, for my swords.

When I finally found them, it was almost dusk, and started towards the camp.

The next day, I helped pack up the camp, and we moved on west, where there were rumors of attacks by darkness monsters.

It was around a fortnight's travel away, so we stocked as much food as possible.

Since I didn't have much to do, I helped outat the Medical Corp as much as I could. It was really the only excuse I could come up with that would allow me to spend some time with Sol.

After thirteen days, we saw fires that most likely represented enemy camps in the far-off distance. It was at this time, that I realised that the bottom of my coat had been shredded by the rough travel. I ignored it.

As the moon rose high in the sky, I took the first watch.

I went over to a high pinnacle, overlooking the dusty plains below, when I heard singing.

I looked around, trying to find out where it was coming from, and what it was saying.

I turned around, and saw it was coming from my own camp, and I could make out the words:

We are riding for the battlefield in force tonight

Fury of the darkest evil cry for war

Far beyond the boundaries of hell and starlight

On the road to lands unknown forever more

Through the caverns far below our quest will lead us

Onwards through the ice and snow forever more

Standing fighting full of hate the time has come now

Stand and sound the guns of glory cry for war

On wings of glory we will carry on

Far across forgotten lands towards the distant sun

And in the darkness shining far beyond the starlight

Lightning is striking from the dark dawning shadows

And in the kingdom of the everlasting sun

When the glory of the master's time has come!

Into the fires of forever we will fly through the heavens

With the power of the universe we stand strong together

Through the force in our power, we will soon reach the hour

For victory we ride, Fury of the Storm!

Later that night, after a young, over-eager collie replaced me, I was visited by Sol in my tent.

"Can I help you?" I asked, still embarrassed.

"Well, I just thought that, well, we are about to go to war, and, well, this might be the last time we see each other. I want to make sure that we both remember each other,"

She took off her top, revealing perfect breasts.

She walked slowly towards me, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I love you," she whispered, as she pulled back.

I engulfed her in a warm hug.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

I then proceded to take off her pants, while somehow managing to move us towards the bed.

We didn't do anything, for a time, just enjoying each other's company, like lovers do.

"Streak?" Sol asked, softly, "Are you alright? Something's been bothering you, lately, and I don't want you to die because of it tomorrow,"

"Mmm, think of this as my promise to come back to you," I whispered, before starting to nuzzle her neck.

She gave a low moan in pleasure, so I assumed that it was alright for me to continue.

I made my way down, briefly pausing at her breasts, before moving on to her crotch.

She gasped in pleasure as my tongue ran through her delicate folds.

I got up again, and laid beside her, my member sliding out of it's sheath, dripping pre.

She eyed me warily, and gave a low whistle.

"Wow, what have I gotten myself into?" she asked me, seductively.

"Mmm, how about the best loving you've ever had?"

With that, I started to slide myself into her, marvelling at how tight she was, and recieving sighs and moans of pleasure for my trouble.

I started to kiss her again, slipping my tongue into her mouth, to which she replied in kind.

She broke off suddenly, and started to gasp from the sheer amout of bliss that she was experiencing.

When she started to buck, I thought something was wrong, so I pulled out, only to recieve a swift kiss, and a hand guiding me back in, plus a few extra moans for my trouble.

She soon started to sweat with exhaustion, and I wasn't much better.

"S-S-Streak! I-I think I'm g-gunna c-c-CUM!" she yelled, as her tight snatch constricted, and started milking my member, which set off the biggest (and only) orgasm I ever had. And it was sheer bliss for the both of us.

"Mmm, honey, I'm gunna hold you to your promise," Sol said, quietly, snuggling up close to me and laying her head on my chest.

The next day, I outfitted myself, well, as I always did, that is, in my tattered cloak.

I then walked over to the outcrop of rock where the watchman was, and looked, with some concern, at the massing army on the edge of the horizon. I also noted the storm clouds brewing, boiling away like the surface of a cauldron.

Sol walked up beside me.

"Looks like there's going to be a storm later today,"

"I hope so," I replied.

She left to prepare the makeshift infirmiry for the later battle, so I took the time to discuss various battle strategies with Odin, something that I hadn't been able to do, lately.

I then noticed a strange, glowing blue line where there was once a gold streak.

I pointed this out to Odin, disturbed, but he didn't think it was important.

"It's a mana line. It just means that you've used magic. The more you use it, and the more proficient you get at using it, the more you get,"

"But I haven't used magic!" I exclaimed, confused.

"Where do you think those clouds have come from?" he asked.

"Whadda you mean, 'where do they come from?' They come from wherever clouds normally come from!"

"Well, not in the midde of the desert, they don't," he pointed out, smoothly.

I heard someone run up behind me, and I turned to see a drummer boy run up with a note in his hand.

"Um, Mr. Streak sir, General Kvasir wanted to let you know that we are about to engage the enemy in battle,"

"Thanks, and what's your name, son?"

"Jarred, sir,"

"Well, Jarred, you've delivered your message well, you should be pleased with yourself,"

A smile lit up his face.

"Thanks, mister!" he said, puffing his chest out in pride, before running off.

I watched him run off in the distance, with a sad smile on my face.

'He probably isn't going to survive this,' I thought to myself sadly.

"I see you've mastered one of your powers," Odin commented.

"Huh?" I replied, still absorbed with the drummer boy's impending fate.

"One of your abilities is being able to sense what is going to happen to someone. And you've just seen that poor boy's doom,"

There was a loud horn blast, and I watched the armies move to engage each other.

I stood ontop of a high ledge, overlooking the battle.

I felt the wind rise by my bidding, and suddenly, my fur turned almost as black as the storm clouds, and blue mana lines burst into being on my fur.

The wind took my tattered cloak, flapping it around on the gale, while lightning started to flash behind me.

The sky turned grey, the two armies converged, and the screams of dying men could be heard on the wind.

With regret, I noticed that the drummer boy was the first one to die.

I immersed myself in the flow of power being generated by the massive storm, and rained bolt after bolf of lightning on the opposing army.

Within seconds, fat, heavy droplettes of water started to rain down, soaking everything to the bone within seconds.

This was the strategy that Odin and I had come up with, along with General Kvasir. I was going to reap havoc on the enemy with lightning, thunder and rain, while the army reaped havoc from the ground.

I heard three horn blasts over the wind, the signal to stop bombarding the area with lightning; the armies were to mixed.

I withdrew from the stream of power, and drew my swords, which started to glow again, as if they could sense the impending fight, and were eager to join it.

Suddenly, the mana lines on my arms pulsed, and joined with the swords, covering the both of them with electric blue lines.

I also felt a strange power coming from the consciousness that was Odin.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to fight alongside you,"

"B-but how?"

"Like this,"

Five shimmering blue rings appeared, and started to pulse, sending the darkness creatures that Kvasir was fightning retreating a couple of steps, and sending out a low, thrumming sound.

The rings started to pulse with such intensity, it almost blinded me, and the pitch of the thrum started to rise

As they reached a high buzzing sound, I felt a wave electricity shoot through my body, and I could hear every single thought of Odin's.

It wasn't like we were sharing a consciousness, but like we were a single consciousness. We merged to such a degree, that there was no I, or me, but us, and we.

'Are you ready to dance, friend of my heart?' Odin asked me.

'Let us dance,' I replied, before launching us towards the battle.

Blood, sweat and gore were everywhere.

We landed in the middle of a fight, between Kvasir, and five darkness monsters.

We watched as he skillfully dispatched his enemies, before walking over to us.

We drew our swords when we noticed one of them get back up, and go to strike Kvasir.

We noticed he had a similar look on his face, and we both rushed past each other, killing the monsters.

"A good fight!" hey yelled at us.

"A good fight!" we agreed.

He nodded, and we forged our way throught the enemy ranks, decimating everything in our path.

Suddenly, Kvasir jerked back, and started to wobble slightly, on unstable legs.

We noticed it, and turned to him, to find a single gunshot wound, dead center on his forehead.

He collapsed as we ran over to help him, but it was too late, he was gone.

A rage unlike anything else we had ever felt built up inside of us, before it fractured out bond, splitting us back up. Using the energy from the storm above me, I charged as fast as lightning, at the enemy who had fired the kill shot.

It was the she-wolf again, and by the looks of things, she was the general of their army.

I raised my swords, sparks running all over them, and brought them down with all my might.

Her head rolled lifeless to the ground beneath me.

As quickly as it came, the storm blew itself out, and the sun started to shine again, revealing the darkness army in retreat, and the battlefield littered with bodies, both friend and foe, and the ground was so soaked with blood, the very grass of the site was red.

I walked over to Kvasir's remains, and gently picked them up, being careful not to disturb anything, and brought him back to the camp.

I walked into the infirmiry, after placing Kvasir's body with the others, and went to find Sol. I found her bending over a bed, trying to treat the collie that had replaced me on that watch. I caught sight of a leg bent in an unnatural position, and a deep gash on her chest. She was at death's door. I walked up to her, and laid a hand on her shoulder and a strange, thrumming sound could be heard as I breathed the gift of life back into her, healing her wounds.

She slowly sat up, and hugged me.

"Thank you, I am forever in your debt," she said, humbly.

"No, you do not owe me anything. I have just done what any good person should do if they could,"

She got up, and walked off.

Sol turned to me.

"Wow, you're a healer as well?"

"No, not really, but I do have certain... abilities,"

She shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me, you're still my hero,"

I blushed.

She hugged me, and it was that simple touch that kept me going, looking for a way to get back home.

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HEY ALL!!!! YAY! First yiffy story in a while! Umm, also, it's a big one, so I hope you all like it!

Chloe, Streak, Eifie, Kvasir, Sol and Odin are copyrighted to me, ChloeTheFirefox

Mitch is copyrighted to SPAMZZKRR

And yes, Fury of the Storm is the song featured in this story. If you don't like it, get over it, cause I think it sets the scene perfectly!

Enjoy!

ChloeTheFirefox

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