Horen had stirred as he heard the mages enter the house. He stood by the window in his new armor. He stared at the forest and was lost in his thoughts when he heard Katies voice. He was to enraptured by his profile on the glass. Before him his reflection glowed blue. It slowly got brighter and then it reached for him. He reached for it out of reflex, not thinking about it. He yelled when electricity coursed through him. He crumpled to his knees with a thud as every nerve in his body was lit on fire.<br/><br/>A deep and ancient voice filled the room as blue aura flooded the room and blocked the door and windows.<br/><br/>"Horen, Warwolf of the Artic realms... Dragon mate Of Brevine Bluewing..... The Dragon Ancestors decreed Millenniums ago that worthy dragon mates receive a gift..... Through your love and actions you have proved yourself worthy against a hateful enemy of our peoples. We bestow upon you the power of our ancient bloodline...... The gift of flight and dragon blood. May they serve you well Warwolf..... For the future is wrought with peril. And your people will need a leader......."<br/><br/>When the voice faded Horen was leaning over and gasping for air. He was completely oblivious to the two beautiful white and blue wings that twitched upon his back. The aura burst the window in a shattering of glass and then dissappeared as the wind rushed into the room, chilling Horen from the heat of the power that had just struck him.