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Once again, I'm here with another tale of the Illian story. Not sure what to say for this chapter except hope for another chapter sometime soon. Sorry if the font and size for the tale are off, but somethings might have gotten messed up while I was editing this on the site. Sorry for sending this one out so soon, but I am having a rush of ideas right now, so I wanted to make this one and send it out before the ideas left me. One thing I do want to say is thank you everyone who takes their time to read and publicly (or privately) rate these tales.

Three days after giving the position of Alpha Male back to Uren, Markus found himself in a small tent preparing to leave the City of the Moon with the rest of his pack. As he returned to Scycrain, Uren reported that not only had the dragon disappeared near a week ago, but a new unknown force was disturbing the peace of the small village of Crysal. Honestly, there has to be more to this "disturbance" if they are sending the Alpha Pack out to deal with it, so why won't Uren tell me what exactly I'm getting my men into, Markus thought to himself as he began packing spare shirts, pants and underwear into the small backpack provided to him by the Alpha Male. Today, Markus decided to wear his most commonly used outfit; a plain white shirt under a brown vest, with brown pants that were custom made to expand and retract with Markus's size changes when the time called..

The small tent that was issued to him was the color of a wiped vanilla cream bearing the silver mark of the Night Mother on the top of the tent. The inside however, held a small bathtub, a single person cot, a small mirror, and an assortment of Markus's personal belongings, including his two short swords Vice and Blaze, both of which held their own unique properties.

Vice had a hilt as black as a moonless night, a blade that arched more and more the farther it got from the hilt, and had the word Ysin, which means "Forget" in Evizilan, etched onto the arching blade. Blaze on the other hand was forged in the very mountains of Rea, giving the blade a color that closely resembled blood, meaning that the past users probably had a difficult time determining whether or not the blade needed cleaning. The hilt was the same color as Vice's hilt, giving the two blades a look of brotherhood. Just as Vice said Forget, Blaze was embedded with Fezilcruz, which in Evizilan means "Suffer". Yet, despite all of their qualities, one thing stood them out from every other blade; they had been purposely dulled. The reason Markus had dulled the blades was because he was waiting for the day his old teacher Izil Dienar would fulfill his promise and return the Shadowform Weapon spell scroll Markus was forced to give him two years ago.

The Shadowform spell was a class two Dark Magic spell, but it was unique in two ways; it required no seal to activate, and the spell did not work unless the one using the spell already knows how to wield the weapon they wish to shadowform. What a shadowform spell does is takes a weapon (or two in Markus's case), destroys it with the powers of the Dark Magic, and then uses those same magics to reassemble the same weapon, only this time made entirely out of Dark Magic; meaning no matter how many times it is struck, the weapon can never break. One other little bonus added to the powers of a shadowform weapon is the ability to sear the enemy with the ability of Dark Fire, a fire that will continue to burn under and circumstance, even until every bit of fuel it feeds off of runs out. The one problem with using a Shadowform spell was the amount of magic it used, and because it twinned the spells of Shadowform and Dark Fire, many mages have banned the use of the spell.

When Markus packed everything he could, he grabbed Vice and Blaze, placed them into two sheathes, each located on one leg of his pants, and headed out of the tent. The immediate change of lighting from a dark tent to the bright outdoors of the afternoon temporarily blinded Markus, until finally his canine eyes adjusted to the light change, and he continued on his current path. "Let's see, everything packed: checked, say my goodbyes to Uren and the rest of Scycrain: check, persuade Kia to come with me on this crazy mission: no check" Markus said to himself in order to gain a mental list of what he still needed to do before he left for Crysal. With the only think left to do being talking to Kia, Markus decided to briskly walk his way through the small encampment of tents that surrounded him, as well as the entire city of Scycrain. The main reason for so many tents was that lately, Uren had grown cautious, and surprisingly even more so when he returned to Scycrain. To calm his own mind, Uren had ordered every able pack to surround the city, incase whatever he was thinking was going to attack actually did.

As he passed the tents, Markus just welcomed them to the morning with a simple "Hey man, I'll see you in Crysal" and "Good Morning man." Today, the sun was brighter than normal, which brought relief to the whole encampment because it meant that the final peak of light had arrived before the Blood Moon, and today the Malar were probably having one hell of a day. A light breeze had even picked up, bringing a cool sense of peace to combat the surplus warmth the bright sun was providing. As he dodged and weaved around a multitude of tents, both big and small, he finally came upon Kia's tent.

Kia's tent was the color of fresh roses and bared the picture of a mind; declaring to the world that a mindbender was the inhabitant of the small red tent. The inside of Kia's tent was much different than Markus's. Her tent held a bookshelf filled to the rack with books about the psyche, a two person bed, and a small chest at the foot of the bed containing all of her little "toys." Surprisingly, Kia was asleep, but Markus had a way to wake her on this fine morning. Subtlety, he crawled over to the left side the bed, the side Kia was currently on, buried his hand under the covers and began tracing his hand down her body, stalling each time his hand reached the areas near her breasts and her sex. Kia quickly opened one eye, smiled and said "You really are my horny little wolf aren't you?"

Markus just laughed back and said "Now and forever, babe, now and forever."

"If that's so, why won't you actually mate with me, not just sleep with me?"

At this Markus stopped. Kia had asked this question many times before in their four months of being together and each time Markus refused to pursue the matter further. This time, he just sighed and said "You know my reasons, and not because I'm the Alpha Leader, because you know as well as I do I could easily quit and live my life as a civilian."

"Then why, why don't you?"

"Come on Kia, you know damn well why I can't join you in mateship."

Kia knew full well why not, for through all of the times she and Markus shared an Ecstasy Link, she secretly had been burying deeper into his mind, until finally she found what had happened between the boys Markus Frostbane and Felix Lightbane. Not caring about her nudeness, Kia sat up and said "Forget about Felix, we can...."

Now Markus was furious, quickly he snapped back "Forget, FORGET, hah...you make it sound like forgetting the person who MURDERED your own mother is SIMPLE, well let me tell you something, its not, not by a LOOONNNGG shot."

Tears began to swell in Kia's eyes; in their four months, she had never seen Markus this angry, even when she had accidentally shaved his back with one of her ceremonial swords. "Mark..Markus...I...I...I'm sorry, alright, I'm sorry, I...I just want to know there will be a day where you...you and...I can enjoy a...a Blood Moon with a child" Kia said in between cries that she could no longer stay.

Now Markus realized what damage he had done, and so he sat next to her, brought her head to his chest, and allowed her to listen to his calm, steady heartbeat. "Kia, I'm sorry for snapping like that, and there is no excuse I can give you that will cover for it, but please know that when me and Felix finally settle our difference, you and I are going to make one hell of a child" Markus replied, trying to stop Kia's streaming tears. As he finally felt the feline's head stop bobbing with sobs, he knew it worked.

Suddenly, she looked up at him, gently bit his lip with affection and said "Markus, will you let me have your child?"

"Kia, that night in Brimble, we became not only sex partners, but lovers, and you know how wolves are about single mates, and if that means I have to fuck Evizil traditions, then I will gladly do so for you, my little kitten."

Kia just smiled and said "This is why I truly love you Markus, and before you ask, I will be coming with you to Crysal."

Markus just let out a laugh and said "well that takes care of that, as soon as your dressed, I can call the pack and we can all leave."

With that, Kia just nodded her head and began looking the clothes that were scattered around the room. Not wanting to watch the boring procedure of scavenger hunting for clothes, Markus just got off the bed, blew Kia a kiss, and left the tent. Like when he left his own tent, the sudden light change burned his eyes, but this time it only took a brief moment before his eyes adjusted to the sun. With nothing left to do, Markus decided to walk around the encampments to get a better sense of how everyone was faring. For a moment, he considered asking Eon if he wanted to come, but then he remembered what he had said before: "I'll stay here and get use to the werewolf lifestyle." Of course, Markus knew what Eon had meant, he wanted to get use to Tasha, everything could literally burn in the fires of Rea for all he cared.

As he worked his way through the camps, Markus spotted two particular characters sitting outside of their joined tents; Arc and Eve. Slowly, he went towards them and said "Heeyy, Arc, how are things with you and the Mrs?"

Arc just smiled, stood up, shook Markus's hand and said "Never better, in fact, honey bunny, why don't you tell him the news."

"News?"

Now Eve stood up, causing her breasts to lightly bounce as she stood, and said "I'm carrying Arc's child; I'm a mother."

Markus just looked back at Arc and said "Wow...when did she get the "procedure" done?"

Arc just gave a small smile and said "She let those magician's do their thing shy two months ago."

At this, Markus just smiled, recalling the procedure Arc and him were talking about. Normally, when partners of two different species try to mate, they can't have a child because the male's sperm won't take (fertilize the egg). With the current spree of interracial mateships, doctors and mages decided to work together to find a way for the mates to have a child. The solution was an operation known as GeneSharing. In GeneSharing, the female partner will give a sample of the male's DNA, whether it be a collection of hairs or even a sample of the sperm itself. Then, the mage will bring the sample and the female into a spell circle, and fuse the DNA from the sample with the female using a very powerful class 6 spell known as BodyInfusion.

Markus's gave a laugh of joy, hugged both Arc and Eve and said "This is amazing, Arc, when you're child is born, let me know and I will personally see to it that you get as long as you like to spend with Eve and the baby."

"You mean you'll let me quit the Pack Scout?"

"If that's what you and Eve want, you bet your ass I will."

Now Arc gave the biggest smile his canine muzzle would let him and replied "You really know how to treat your soldiers, you know that?"

Hey, it's what friends do, now you two take care and I'll see you in about a week." After saying that, Markus looked back at Kia's tent and saw her emerge in a pure red vest, red pants, gloves, and even shoes; today she wanted to show her true colors. Hmm...I'll have to ask her about that later, Markus thought to himself as he prepared to rally the Alpha Pack.

Now, with nothing left to do in Scycrain, Markus gathered the men and headed toward Crysal, the place where his life, and the lives of his best friends, would change forever. The trip itself only took three days and two nights, but Markus was eager to finish this mission so he could prepare for the Blood Moon, so to him it seemed like years before they finally made it to the small village.

Crysal itself wasn't very impressive, it consisted of a market plaza, a few gathering of huts and small houses, and finally a large warehouse at the southern edge of town, facing towards the Deiz (Dee-is) Ocean. Upon arrival, Markus told the most of the pack to begin setting up their tents, but as for two of the pack members, he told them to accompany him to the village chief to oversee the mission details. As the two pack members and Markus walked toward the trade plaza, a short, stubby man dressed in light green raced toward them. When he made it to Markus and the others, he greeted them and said "Oh thank Rez you made it here, these damn, whatever they are, are ruining my warehouse."

Markus just gave a slight kowtow (formal bow) and replied "I see, Jin, Lin, stay here with the poor chief while I deal with this "disturbance." Just as they were told, the two Evizil accompanying Markus stayed with the distraught chief in the market plaza.

As he got closer to the warehouse, Markus could definitely see why this place was so important. As far as he could tell, whatever was in this warehouse was Crysal's main export, meaning that if these disturbances continued, the village's whole economy could be shot. On the warehouse door, the words Silver Ore were written, causing Markus to shiver with absolute disgust. The reason was, as far as he could tell, every werewolf absolutely hated pure silver, for it was the one material that completely stopped the regenerative powers all lycanthropes are known for. But even as he shivered, Markus began to wonder, if we all hate silver, why is the Crescent Moon made entirely out of silver? It doesn't make sense. Pushing these thoughts away, Markus slid the left door of the warehouse open, revealing the silver contents the warehouse held. Taking a few deep breaths, Markus stepped inside the silver ore warehouse to destroy the nuisance.

The warehouse was made entirely out of wood, meaning that this village stood no chance against any fire based attacks. Also, in order to give the silver handlers more room to work with, a trail, along with the center of the warehouse, was cleared of any silver ore. As Markus followed the small trail, he noticed that above him, the ceiling was creaking, almost like loose floor boards. As he looked up, the only thing he could see was darkness staring right back at him. Great, he thought, I have absolutely no idea what this thing is, or what it looks like. As he made his way to the center of the warehouse, the door Markus had used to get in had slammed shut. Giving in to his basic canine fear, Markus dashed his way to the center of the warehouse, only to realize the way he entered was the only way out. Now panicking, he decided that this mission was going to be too great to do alone. Wait....Markus, get a hold of yourself, you know now this thing is actually smart, it knows how to trap an enemy, and even worse, it knows how to use its environment extremely well, Markus thought to himself in order to calm his nerves.

As he was preparing to form a class two seal to send a Dark Fire spell up into the air to illuminate the ceiling, Markus noticed that something was glowing beneath him. On the floor, a large, blue pentagon was forming. "Oh shit, a trap" Markus said to himself as he realized what was happening. Ok...ok...looks like I'll have to shift to the Lycan form kill this thing, Markus thought to himself as he jumped away from the glyph on the floor. When he hit the ground, Markus began concentrating all of the rage he held inside of him; the morning with Kia, the ridiculous war with the vampires, and finally, his brother Felix. As he felt the Guard break, Markus's body began to grow in size, his muscles strengthened, his ears grew a little bigger, and his mouth began resembling more of a wolfish muzzle.

INTERMISSION: Before the tale continues, it will help to explain the Guard, as well as the three forms of werewolves. First, the Guard is a part of the Evizil soul that is shaped like a three ringed compass. The center of all three rings is the state Humunculus, or Human form. When a human is bitten by an Evizil, the first ring is permanently broken, causing the human to enter the Lycanthrope form. Now, if the Lycanthrope builds enough rage or is influenced by a special component from an Izilan Bud, they can break the second ring, causing the Lycanthrope to enter the Lycan form, which has more wolf-like features than a Lycanthrope and their regenerative powers grow tenfold. Finally, only through means of pure rage, the Lycan can break the third and final ring, causing the Lycan to shift to the Thrall form, which is the pure wolf locked inside every Evizil being released into the human part of their bodies; when in the Thrall form, the regenerative powers become limitless, causing many to dub them "The Unscathed". The way one can tell when an Evizil enters the different forms is by the overall body appearance, as well as the color of their eyes. When in the Lycanthrope state, the person's eyes are the same as their human ones, including the color of their irises. When in the Lycan state, the eyes lose their Iris and the black center and both eyes turn completely yellow. If the Lycan breaks through the third ring, the eyes lose their yellow look, only to be replaced with a blue that is crueler than ice itself. End Intermission.

With his heightened speed and agility, Markus jumped back from the Pentagon glyph on the floor before it could activate, causing the blue glow it emitted to die away. Now, fueled by his rage, Markus began searching for the beast that had set up the class 5 spell glyph in the warehouse. As he searched the room, he began sensing something coming up behind him, and fast. In less than a second, he arched his legs and jumped, causing the dagger flying right at him to harmlessly hit the floor nearby. Hmm...Damn, whoever this beast is, they have wicked good aim, Markus began thinking as he prepared for a counter-attack. Just as he was about to lunge forward into the darkness of the ceiling, two more daggers came flying at him, forcing him to jumped backwards; right into the glyph. "Shi..." was the only thing Markus could say before the pre-charged glyph illuminated once more, activating the Snake Snare spell the glyph held inside. First, two large, green coils sprang from the glyph, winding themselves around Markus's legs; moments after, they began pulling back into the glyph. With the sudden loss of movement in his legs, Markus had no choice but to fall face up onto the ground. With most of his sight fading with the hard contact with the ground, Markus could only make one thing out before his sight, and consciousness, went black; a blue figure standing in front of him.

****

As he and Cyn were flying over Crysal, Oz noticed that a large assortment of tents had formed near the entrance of the small town. Curious, Oz asked "should we take a look, my dear?"

Smiling, Cyn just replied "If you noticed, those tents bear the symbol of the Crescent Moon, my little Oz."

"Then that mean....we found him, we actually found him" Oz said with pure delight. As he began pointing to a spot where Cyn could land, he noticed that a lot of Evizil had left their duties to see the two new arrivals. Honestly, Oz couldn't blame them, it wasn't every day one sees the last dragon left on Illian accompanied by a broodling flying over a small village like Crysal.

When the two finally landed, they were greeted by a young, light Evizil who appeared to be a new member of the pack assigned to the area. With a hint of fear, the young werewolf said "Sir, may I ask what you are doing here....especially with...a...dragon?"

Oz just smiled and said "I'm here to repay an old friend, you probably know him as Markus Snow, am I right?"

****

Dark. Everything in his new location was too dark. As Markus began regaining consciousness, he noticed that the room, which was more like a small cave, was lit by only a single torch. The walls were damp and slick, the floor was rocky and littered with stones, and where Markus laid was a small one person bed. Slowly, he began recalling everything that had happened up until he saw the blue blur. Oh...that's right, the damn thing actually caught me, now it's going to be a matter of escaping this...wherever I am, Markus thought as he tried to remove the binding attached to his arms and legs. As he began making his way to one of his arm binding, the rocky door that kept his cave room dark opened. The figure that stepped through the opening was the blue blur that had captured Markus; except now that it wasn't moving so fast, he could get a good look at it. The thing was actually a vixen with dark blue fur, yellow glowing eyes, large fangs, short hips, decently sized breasts, and mysterious rune etched along her body. The fox female was wearing a light green see-through dress and nothing more. As she came closer to Markus, she just looked him over and said "Well, looks like we have a wolf boy far from home."

Markus just quickly snapped back "Far from home? Last time I checked, there aren't many foxes that look quite like you around here."

"True, but then again, that may be because I'm not from your world, wolf boy far from home."

"First, don't call me that, the name's Markus, and second, you couldn't possibly be from another world unless..."

"Unless...?"

"Unless you were a Nexus Stalker."

"I believe the doggy deserves a treat" the vixen said as she began to pull down the small strings that held her dress to her body.

Markus just gave a small smile and said "Whoa, I thought you were going to torture me, not make my day better." He knew that Nexus Stalkers were hated so much, even the Malar were revolted by their very being. Even with this truth, the extra-terrestrial race still decided to fight along side the Races of the Dark. One other thing commonly known about Nexus Stalkers is their way with the art of torture.

"Many of us believe that our prisoners should be able to enjoy themselves one last time before we break them."

"I must say though, the trap you laid was quite perfect, you knew I was going to be the one coming, question is, how?"

"Wolf boy, you seem smart, you tell me" the vixen said as she began pulling the dress off passed her shoulders.

"The Malar King probably gave the forewarning that my pack was coming, most likely from a mole in our ranks."

The Nexus Stalker just laughed and said "My goodness, I hope your manhood works as well as your mind." As she said this, she began pulling the dress past her breasts, which subtlety released themselves from the confines of the light green dress. As she got closer, the nether regions of her body began to emit a soft glow.

Tempted by the light, Markus looked at her sex, and then began wishing he hadn't. When the Nexus Stalker reached the bed, she looked at Markus and began morphing her sex into the resemblance of a small dick. In a cute little voice, the vixen said 'So, do you like burying the bone, or digging the hole." As she finished the sentence, her sex began changing back into the more female form Markus was use to, signaling to him he had a choice between having sex with a male or a female.

Knowing there was no way he was going to escape this, he gave a small sigh and said "I'm more of a digging the hole kind of werewolf."

"Oh good, I was hoping you would say that." With his decision made, the Nexus Stalker got on the small bed and sat on Markus's chest.

Quickly, she undid the bonds around his arms and legs and said "Even though you have no restraints, don't think you can escape, this whole cavern is bound and protected from magic." With all sense of escape gone for the moment, he decide the best thing to do was to enjoy the moment and think later.

Knowing her prisoner was going to co-operate, she slid back so that she could let Markus penetrate her pussy. As she moved closer and closer to his pulsing dick, the Nexus Stalker gave a small giggle, realizing the night was going to be fun for both of them. With aggravation at how slow this vixen was going, Markus grabbed the Stalker's hips and gently forced himself into her, causing the beautiful fox to give a slight gasp of delight.

As she felt his large dick pulsate with each stroke, she managed to say within gasps of pleasure "Oohhh....My little...wolf really has...quite the manhood on him." Taking a moment to think, Markus realized; wait...I'm still in the Lycan form...maybe it's because of the magic binding the stalker mentioned. Giving a little laugh, he began to increase the speed at which he rammed the vixen's now steaming pussy. With this, the vixen gave in to her bodily ecstasy, causing her to let out even larger moans. As the fox moved with ever stroke, Markus realized that her breasts were still uncared for, but he decided to change that. As he finished a stroke, he traced his left hand up the vixen's body until it reached her left breast; at that point he began tracing his index finger along the outer circle of her nipple. With the newfound delight, the Stalker began shuddering, hinting to Markus her body was hitting its limit. With this small sense of control over the situation, Markus gave a tiny laugh and began ramming the vixen faster and harder until finally, she hit her first climax.

As she recovered from their first bout, the Nexus Stalker slid forward, letting Markus enter her ass. As began guiding her ass to his raging manhood, Markus had to admit this woman had the same taste of pleasure as Kia, but as he finally entered her, he pushed these thoughts away. With the sense of wholeness renewed, the Stalker gave a small gasp and placed Markus's right arm on her right breast. As the werewolf pounded her ass, he was also lightly massaging her breasts, causing her nipple to become hard as rock and her pussy to become as hot as a furnace. Not needing to guide Markus's hands any longer, the vixen began combing her hands through her hair, obviously enjoying the size of the werewolf's hard dick. With the pleasure of her ass, he breasts and her pussy becoming to great, she twined her fox-like tail with Markus's, and shuddered as she hit her orgasm.

With the two fully pleased, the Stalker just slipped herself off of Markus and laid on his chest, listening to his calm, sleepy heartbeat. As she listened, she quietly reached towards the wall behind the werewolf, pulling a vial of yellow liquid from a secret compartment. When she knew she had it, she sat up, opened Markus's mouth, and forced the liquid into his throat. As he tried to fight the vixen off, he mumbled "What the hell is thi..." Before he could say anything else, the Nexus Stalker began massaging his throat, assuring the liquid would enter his system.

Once she knew Markus had drunk the liquid, she got up, pulled her light green dress on and said "That was pure Wolfsbane, for now, I'll let it set in your system, and then the true fun begins." Now Markus was scared, to all werewolves, Wolfsbane was the worst poisoning anyone could give them. While Wolfsbane has no effect on any other species besides a minor stomachache, any werewolf it is given to loses their regenerative powers for a short time. Even worse, if Wolfsbane is given in frequent doses, it can completely remove any signs of lycanism from the Evizil, rendering them as useless as they did before they were bitten.

With nothing else to do but wait for the pain to arrive, Markus decided to sleep and pray the torture would come, and end, soon.

****

Hours later, Markus woke up and realized one thing; the door was open!! Quickly he sat up, shook off his drowsiness, and decided he would try to escape now. As he tried to stand, he legs buckled underneath him, causing him to sit back onto the bed. Damn it, Markus began thinking; I completely forgot that bitch poisoned me with Wolfsbane. Wait a second...The Stalker mentioned that the whole place was bound and resistant to any magic; which means she purposely left that door open. Now extremely pissed at the Nexus Stalker, Markus just stood up, winced at the pain of his legs unbuckling, all the while whispering to himself "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

As he began taking his baby steps to the door, he noticed that there was a room directly across from his, and even better, the room was occupied by a young fox. The fox had cherry red fur, small hips, no bigger than B cup breasts, and overall a petite body. The fox was wearing a tattered grey cloak, a torn yellow vest, and a matching yellow skirt. As soon as Markus noticed her, the fox looked up at him and frowned. In a very depressed voice, she said "They got you too huh, well while we're here, care to listen to a story?"

"Who are you, and for that matter, why are you here?"

"My name is Fiona, and I was captured while trying to find, and hopefully kill, the bastard of a Millar that raped me no longer than two months ago."

"Damn...well I'm sorry to hear that, if I can, I'm going to help you get out of here with me."

"Don't bother, but as I said before, would you like to hear about a way to end this stupid war?"

Now Markus's ears perked; a way to end this war, surely she couldn't be serious, could she? Interested, Markus just stood there and said "Yes, if there is a way, then by the Night Mother I will go to the ends of Illian to do so."

"Good, good, now, have you ever heard of the Trinity Prophesy?"

"The Trinity Prophesy? Sorry I haven't"

"Well in that case, the Trinity Prophesy is an ancient text given to each High City; Arcanus, the Golden City; Scycrain, the City of the Moon; and finally, Bilamarsh, The Blood City."

"Who gave this Prophesy to the cities though?"

"The 14 Bound Ones of course, the true messengers of Gree himself."

"14 Bound Ones....wait, you mean the Seven Sins and Virtues, but I thought they were just a guideline for living a good life, not actual physical beings."

"Oh no, they're real alright, but by Gree's command, they cannot hold a physical form, they can only choose an avatar to house all 14 of them once every century."

"Wow...anyway, what does this text say?"

"According to this Trinity Prophesy, a special person called the Trinity Prophet will bear the blood of the three Greater Races, becoming the last Sinan that will ever be on the face of Illian."

"Wait...I thought that it was impossible to hold the blood of all three Greater Races, anyone who tries it dies from severe body strain by trying to form a form that manifests all three races."

"Normally, that is the case, young wolf, but this Trinity Prophet can avoid that, and fuse all three bloods into one form, the Sinan; wait...did you hear that? Wolf boy, get back to your room, they're coming back."

"Thank you Fiona, I promise by the Night Mother, I will get you out of here." With that, Markus quickly stumbled back to the bed to await the pain that was about to come. Yet, even with knowing his life would be a living hell until someone found him and Fiona, he had one weapon against his brother and the rest of the Races of Dark, hope.

To be Continued...