<span style="color: #BF0080"> <span style="font-style: italic">In a once peaceful land, the three main realms, the Pixies, the Weres, and the Vampires, had once come to a long-dreamed peace. For three centuries, the era of peace remained strong. That is until the new Reim of the Pixie realm came in power. Since then, the peace began to crumble gradually from the bottom up almost like how a building crumbles starting from the bottom.   However, although everyone knew that the peace was slowly crumbling away, the did not know that the Reim would suddenly declare war upon the Werewolves.<br/>Once again, the return of a war that had been stopped and held back for centuries was unleashed again. Alliances were formed, fighters trained for the sole purpose of battle, rather than just skill and/or self-defense, many districts were in danger of attacks and invasions, traitors reappeared again, and the civilians no longer felt safe in their homes, just as they hadn't felt three centuries ago.<br/>Now, everyone just waits impatiently for the outcome of the war, just waiting until the end, whether good or bad. But there is currently no end in sight...</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #808040">"Good job, Yvonne, but you'll want to kick faster and with better aim. You nearly missed the spot," Keppie Zhang spoke to one of his students. The other students stood, looking bored in the corner of the room as if they had already seen this move. Of course, that is because they had. Its just that Yvonne was a slow learner, so Keppie had to teach her...and <span style="font-style: italic">re</span>teach her because of her slight neurological problems, which made her a slow learner. Yes, they knew the move oh too well. It was called The Finisher, and it was a death shot straight to the back, especially made for Pixies. It was exactly what it was called too; a finisher kick against the Pixies. Basically the Pixies have a certain pressure point on the upper part of their back where the wings come out. If hit precisely and hard enough, it will instantly paralyze and kill the Pixie opponent.<br/>"Alright, good, Yvonne. You got it now?" Keppie asked her.<br/>"Yeah, I-I think so," she replied.<br/>"Master (as instructors are called) Zhang, why do we keep learning finishing moves specially made for Pixies now? What about the other moves? Its getting really annoying doing basically the same moves over and over again," spoke one of the students, Huang Guan, from the corner of the room, his black hair heavily gelled into perfect spikes and his black eyes squinting in frustration. At this, Keppie sighed. What these young, new recruits didn't get was that they wouldn't just be normal Werewolf teens anymore. They were as of now warriors in training to protect the werewolf community. In that, there was room for neither normality nor complaining. Just full cooperation. Especially when that day would come when they would eventually be once again attacked by the Pixies. They needed to know as much as they could to protect themselves and to protect the their district. If they only understood and took this more seriously.<br/>Keppie sighed once more, gave the kid some half-assed answer, since he really didn't feel like reexplaining it to him again the reason why, and then he continued on with the practice. <br/><br/>Finally, Keppie was finished on his last phase of teaching for the day: the werewolf form training. And, on top of that, he finally was finished with answering obnoxious questions of frustration with more half-assed answers. <br/>He sighed of exasperation and grabbed a towel off of the towel rack from the left hand corner of the room. He was about to enter the Bathing Room, when one of his closest and higher members of his pack. Kai, walked up to him.<br/>"Hey, um there is someone at the door," Kai said, rather urgently.<br/>"Well, can it wait?" Keppie lightly whined. "I was just about to bathe."<br/>"No, it can't. It's a new girl, and she's waiting outside of your door."<br/>"Ugh, fine." Keppie was just about to walk to the door, when he felt Kai's hand grasp his arm.<br/>Moving his face close to Keppie's and lowering his voice into a discreet whisper, Kai said, "And another thing, she's not a wolf. She carries the scent of a feline species."<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">What</span>?" Keppie blurted almost too loudly.<br/>"Shhhh. I know how it sounds, but it's true."<br/>"We haven't had someone of the feline species come here for almost TWO centuries. A-are you sure?"<br/>"I've smelled cats before. The smell is unmistakable."<br/>Keppie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. After a short moment of thought, he hesitantly made his way toward the door, not knowing who-or what- he was going to find... </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00BF">  Shiloah sighed as she leaned back in the red and gold striped recliner, and took a light sip of her iced lemonade. Setting her glass cup down, she took in her familiar surroundings. Just a large living room filled with an assortment of modern-style furniture so as to still keep up with the nowaday modern Pixie realm living style. If you would call bland tans and faded tomato soup-reds  modern, that is. Of course it was just like her father, Glonopin, to uphold a completely boring atmosphere from his family, right down to the last stitch of every piece of furniture. The only sort of vibrant color in the Rosenheart House was Shiloah, who was wrapped in a sky blue fur coat, specially made from tiger fur from fur donors and dyed with the best dye in the Pixie realm, which went nicely with her baby blue sweater and her dark blue tailored 500 Ly (prounounced as -lie-. It is the currency of the Pixie realm) jeans.<br/>Sighing once more, she wrapped her fur coat tighter around her. No matter how many heaters were blasting out heat, there would never be enough heaters to heat this huge, seemingly empty house to keep out the brutal Pixie winter wind, especially considering the fact that this huge house only carried the tiny population of two. <br/>If there was ever anything to know about the Pixie realm, it was the fact that, yes their summers were beautiful, perfect, and warm, and the lands were filled with an abundance of flowers and other vegetation, but their winters, on the other hand, were brutally cold. In fact, on normal winter days such as this one, the weather would usually be 15 degrees or lower, and it would snow almost everyday (which is why the Pixie realm was known to have the most well-designed snow-plows than any other realm). Luckily, Pixies were built to be more immune to the cold, so, unlike for humans, the Pixies don't feel the cold as much. So, 15 degrees for humans would feel like 25-30 degrees for Pixies. Unfortunately, that was still cold, not to mention the large and icy squals, which were frequent during the Pixie realm winters.<br/>But the cold wasn't the only thing that put Shiloah on edge lately. It seemed that, for the past few weeks, her father stayed locked in his study on a daily basis, rarely ever showing his face. Yes, he had never really been much of a familyman, but he was also not much of a stay-at-home kind of guy. Usually he was out to lunch with a client, or visiting his confidants. But since the war started only a few weeks ago, he would hardly ever leave his room, except to invite Shiloah's personal fighting trainer in. Another thing that was strange was how often Shiloah's personal trainer would make his visits. It used to be twice a week, and then the rest of the week, Reim Glonopin Treasu would be her trainer. But, ever since he became a sudden studyroom-hermit, the personal trainer had become an everyday visitor. This worried Shiloah. She knew her father was making important plans, but for what she did not know. Most likely it was for the war, but from the way he stayed holed up in his study, it definitely wasn't a plan for peace.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Father, please don't do anything stupid,</span> She thought to herself. But deep inside, she knew that whatever his plans were, they involved more bloodshed...as she feared daily...</span>