Upon a time that was long ago there was a great kingdom of wolf anthros that ruled over the African nations. There their visage was painted upon history and known as gods among men. There the wolf people prospered under the will of the humans but there was some that didn’t like that idea that these wolf people ruled over man. Some broke away to make a new nations and there they made a new empire that fought against the wolf people. Under their power there the wolf people were shattered, no longer the once great empire. There many were slaughtered or cast off to become clans of their own. Before the last great wolf king died a prophecy was spoken about a new high king who would unite the tribes under one banner. A boy touched by wolven blood and born to human parents, he would rise to become the new king of the wolf tribes and usher in a new age of peace between the tribes. Though what has happened to the tribes is a horrendous story that has been filled with bloodshed and endless wars between the six tribes of wolf people. The first is called the Razorclaw tribe, famed for their hunting skills. The second is the Furfoot, their speed is the envy of all that watch. Shearhearts, known for their more philosophical ideals but are powerful fighters. The other three don’t truly have names and are no more than a few wolf people but they have power none the less. It is said that the wolf tribe that finds the king might have power over the high king but nothing is certain.<br/>That is where a young boy that goes by the name of Brock, being only a senior in high school there is a destiny that has been laid out before his time. Now the signs are almost upon him and the world. Now the time of the high king shall rise. All across the tribes the seers and elders have been given vision of this boy but who will find the future king first?<br/><hr/><br/>Brock had woken this morning feeling the same as he had always, getting ready for high school and taking a test this morning. It was in European history about the rule of Henry the eight. After studying for the last few days he was sure that he would be ready for the hardish test that would be the first step into the new world of collage. Today though he would have to get through the strange test that his teacher was going to give him. Brock stood by his locker, his bag in hand while he gathered the rest of his needed supplies for the rest of the day. He felt good and nothing would ruin his good mood.<br/>