by AnnaMator in a place where unicorns and the bogeyman live in harmony

I present to you....The Last Spark, a book that I'll most likely be continuing. If you can't tell, it's about wolves. Please comment with CC and tell me if I should continue! I've got a lot of plans for this book....

~AnnaMator

THE LAST SPARK

Prologue:

Fear cursed through Fallyn’s veins as the dark wolf stood there. Stuffed in between Fallyn’s shaky paws were two small pups, just days old. The scrawny wolf before them was a seer, a prophet who was never wrong. Fallyn hoped for the sake of her twins that this time he was. The words he was speaking were too harsh, sounding alien to Fallyn.

“-the time will come, when even family turns on one another. Your daughters will lead this turn, alpha. You’re daughters are destined to-“ The wolf spoke loud and strong, which was strange coming from such a small body. Fallyn blocked out his words now, not able to bear them any longer. No, she thought, don’t say it. Don’t!But he did.

“-your daughters are destined to die at each others claws.” The shaky wolf darted off now, leaving Fallyn in complete silence except for her own shallow whimpering.

“No. I won’t let it happen. I won’t allow it.” And that’s when it cam to her.

Sitting up a little straighter, Fallyn let the last tear fall to the den’s floor. She howled and a pair of strong wolves appeared by the den.

“Fetch me two tablets and a bowl of dye.” The two bounded off quickly then reappeared just as fast.

“My lady, whatever do you need these for?” asked the larger of the two.

“You shall see in time, omega. You will see in time.” Fallyn began to scratch a series of lines into the two tablets, one of her daughter’s names on each.

“Now, fetch me the two strongest of the messengers.” Fallyn read over what she had written on the tablets. It is good, she thought, it is good. She sat there, stroking the twoinfant she-wolves, one of them destined to be alpha, both destined to die. Staring into their matching charcoal gray eyes, she stared at their pelts. One was a dark black, clear as the midnight sky. The other was pure white, like a coat of winter had settled permanently onto her skin.

The two messengers walked slowly into the den. One looked questioningly at Fallyn.

“My Lady, what use can we be to you?”

“Come here.” The two wolves crept closer, and she gently pushed one of her pups toward each of them.  “These two are destined for a treacherous fate. That seer, the wolf Malik, has ruined their lives with his prophecy. You’re job, though, you’re job could save them. Each of you take one. Run as far as you can, one north and one south. Find a pack that will take them in. Don’t bother coming back. Got it?” The wolves were leery of this job.

“My lady, are we supposed to stay with the pack we give your daughter to?”

“Yes. Tell them that Fallyn of the Wind pack sent you. Don’t say anything else. You’re already in more trouble than you should be. Now go, before I change my mind.” The wolves nodded to Fallyn, one of the salt and pepper twins and a stone tablet between each of their strong jaws.

Fallyn managed to hold back her tears until the twins were gone. And then, tear after tear fell down her strong face as she sat and whimpered the whole night.

“My girls. You are important. You two are like Fire and Ice, but so similar.” She called to her long gone daughters.

Little did she know how true that really was. Her twins really were opposites.

Like Fire and Ice.