<span style="font-weight: bold">Story Intro</span><br/><br/>“Grandpa, Grandpa. Tell me another story pleeeasssse?” The young wolf cub shouted enthusiastically, Eagerly jumping up and down in his chair as if it were made of elastic springs. His head barely able to reach eye level with the table he was a moment ago eating off of.<br/><br/>“Not tonight, It’s way past your bed time” The cubs mother said, Dipping another dish that had catered tonight’s supper into the sink. She sighed, It was such a hassle being the only one to clean up even though she had prepared tonight’s feast all on her own. “Dad, Would you mind taking him to his room?” The old wolf sitting on the opposite end of the table lifted his head up and smiles “Sure”<br/><br/>“But mooooooom!” The cub pouted.<br/><br/>The old grey bearded wolf chuckled. “Now now, Listen to your mother, There’s another day of adventure and excitement to be had tomorrow” The old wolf reached for his oak cane, Using it to support his body as he lifted himself from his chair and walked over to the young cubs side of the table. “Come on you, Mother knows best” Reaching down the old wolf scooped up the cub into his right arm and slowly began pacing towards the back of the house. The little cub, Angry with his mothers words stuck out his tongue at her behind her back as if to say “You meanie!”<br/><br/>Pushing the young cubs door open the old wolf made his way inside and laid the cub on his bed. “Come on squirt, Get under the blanket and I’ll tuck you in before I leave” The young cub adored his grandpa. Quick to obey him he nuzzled himself under the blankets and allows his grandpa to tuck him in.<br/><br/>“Grandpa! Could I please just have one more story? It will help me sleep! I promise” The cub begged, Making one last attempt to get what he wanted before he was forced to go to sleep.<br/><br/>A soft chuckle emanated from the old wolf. “Really enjoy old grandpas fairy tales that much huh?” Walking over to the door he peers down the hall to make sure the cubs mother was busy with the daily affairs of cleaning. With a smile he turned back and grabbed a chair that had been sitting in a corner. Pulling it up to the cubs bed and taking a sit in it. “I suppose one more couldn’t hurt. It’s our little secret!”<br/><br/>“Yay!” The cub shouted, Eagerly peering up and awaiting the magic and adventure that his grandpas stories were usually full of.<br/><br/>“I think…” Pondering to himself the old wolf couldn’t help but grin “Tonight’s story won’t be a story at all…Rather a legend. You see…this legend actually happened. The dangers, The people, They were all experienced by those who walked this world nearly a hundred years ago. There existed two rivaling kingdoms. Rel, ruled by the powerful and mighty Caleb and the mystic and wise anthro tribes…while they had no single leader, King Yiemo of the wolf tribe had stepped up to take the role to defend his lands from the human armies”<br/><br/>The old wolf takes a deep breath. “Yet, This story isn’t about them…they merely played a small role in it. No, No this story is about three individuals who changed the face of the world. Who strived for greatness and became heroes of legend. First, There was Xali, Tall, Intelligent…cunning and most of all beautiful” The old wolf closes his eyes, Envisioning Xali as if he himself had basked in her beauty. “She was a vision of perfection, Lusted after by males…and envied by females. Her knowledge was unmatched. They had said by the time she would engage you in combat you had already lost”<br/><br/>Opening his eyes he grins towards his cub “Then there was Alexei’s. Powerful and agile. His strength was not in raw power but rather one of the few to be able to combine magic and melee alike. They say in the field of battle a grey wolf could be seen, Wielding a spear in one hand…and a bolt of lightning in the other”<br/><br/>The young cub pipes up excitedly “Who was the third? Who?!?” Seemingly more eager to hear the tale the cub could barely resist waiting as the old wolf take a second to catch his breath.<br/><br/>“Oh yes, The third was Kahmori. Much mystery had surrounded this kitsune. He was a proud warrior, Gentle and kind. Able to stand his ground against a tidal wave of soldiers single handedly. Kahmori carried no weapons, His power came from his ability to hone his body to perfection. The strength of his presence so powerful and so intense. They say he could increase even his very size with but a single thought. Yet his most distinctive feature was an unusual one…even when at his darkest moments, Even when pressed with a un-winnable battle he was always standing proud, Always…smiling”<br/><br/>A soft smile curved on the old wolfs lips "They each had a different past, They each had their reasons for joining up, Yet it's not their pasts where this story begins. This story begins where they had met. The three of them squished in the back of a caravan wagon, Hitching a ride with the supplies headed towards Lakehaven to aid in fueling the war effort"<br/><br/>"Let me tell you about that day....."