As she finished her sentence, a silver light hit the stony floor, and in an instant, seemingly recognising Dawn and Amber, crept up the rock base of the Moonstone. Dawn silently egged it on, because if the beam of silver moonlight shut off, she would never be able to know if Amber was the right choice.
Finally, it reached the large base of the crystal. It ascended slowly, light filling the room, until it reached the highest point of The Moonstone. Dawn beckoned to Amber, and touched her nose against the cool surface of the Moonstone.
When she opened her eyes, she and Amber were resting on a cool rock by the edge of a holy pond. Like always, the Lunar-sky dimension was hazy and shadowy, but with a sense of belonging in the cool, dark mist. The marshy ground around them seemed comforting somehow, like it knew who you were.
Two midnight-black wolves padded up to them. Amber opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to ask a question, but the two wolves cut her off and began.
“Hello,” the first one started.
“She’s Famule, and I’m Foliise,” the other one finished.
Famule elbowed Foliise and hissed, “I wanted to,”
Foliise finished sadly, “finish the sentence.”
Foliise began the next sentence, “We are two,”
“cursed twins,” Famule finished, “Cursed to never be able to,”
Foliise finished, “finish our own sentences,”
Dawn had met the twins before, and had always pitied them. She listened as Amber squawked loudly, “What? How are you… Why?”
Foliise shook her head sadly, “When we were young and rebellious,”
Famule continued, “we carelessly betrayed our pack as a prank,”
Foliise went on, “as a punishment, we were cursed to,”
Famule finally finished, “only be able to finish each other’s sentences.”
They followed the twins down a narrow path, leading to a peaceful little cove where two beautiful starry she-wolves rested. They were facing out towards the other exit of the cave, a sloping hill leading down to an underground river lapping at the shore a few metres below the wolves’ paws.
The slightly smaller one turned her perfectly proportioned face towards the newcomers, and smiled a rather serene smile. “Hello,” She started calmly. “I am Starlight, the main Moonstone spirit and Granddaughter of the First Moon Werewolf.”
Dawn looked up expectantly, silently willing Starlight to hurry up with the dramatic introductions, when Amber finally broke. She whirled around angrily, and the once-empty pit in her stomach was finally overflowing with burning questions.
“What is this, Dawn?” Amber demanded angrily. “Why are we here? What is this place? Why is there so much drama, and mystique? Why…” she trailed off, her seemingly endless anger beginning to simmer down.
Starlight gave Amber a searching glance, then her gaze softened. She turned to Dawn, and asked, “You haven’t told her yet?”
Dawn looked down, slightly embarrassed, “I haven’t told her yet. I didn’t have time since we got to the Lunar-sky Dimension.”
Starlight looked up, “Aah, got it. I should have anticipated that. Amber, you are here because of a prophecy. A very important one I might add,” she then shushed Amber whose mouth was half open, wanting to ask a question again.
She told Amber, “Now is not the time to ask questions, dear. Maybe it would help if you learned why you are here. Dawn is the only living female heir of the Lupa-Lupus line, and as werewolves are matrilineal, she has a certain quality that makes her fit to be a leader. Amber, your family has been one of the leading Fireos families for the longest time, and you are one of the first of the newer generations of less overdramatic and sly Fireoses, so you are fit to lead too.”
Lupa turned her head, and stood over her granddaughter, saying, “The world is in trouble, young girls. The dark and corrupt are rising from the ashes of their first defeat, and are formulating a plan. The first time, when I defeated them, they were still half-developed, but now, many aeons and millenniums later, they are rising again, more stronger and powerful than ever before.”
Starlight leaned closer to Dawn, her head right up in Dawn’s face, “Remember the Prophecy, Dawn. Remember.”
Dawn mentally replayed the prophecy in her mind. Images flooded her mind, Starlight, standing with starry fur, her mouth moving in sync to the words, but they had a deeper quality to the notes this time. Dark will rise, Light will fall… Unless there is a wolf to save us all… The noise intensified. Find a blazing ember, to partner with you on your way, or else all good will crumble, and all bad shall rise, my dear Starlight, Bringer of the Moon, Successor of my name. The words rang in her head. She could see Amber was hearing some sort of prophecy too, her wings were flapping, and her eyes glowing.
Dawn stared out into the distance, not needing help from the Wolf Spirits to piece it together. Amber seemed to be figuring it out too. The asked at the same time, “Why… Why were we the ones chosen?”
Starlight and Lupa said at the same time, “You are special. It is your destiny. You are the Chosen Ones,”
Dawn wasn’t sure she had heard them the first time, exclaiming, “Come again, what?”
Lupa placed her paw on her forehead, sighing to herself as Starlight stepped up and said, “You are the Chosen Ones,”
This time it was Amber who asked, “Did we really hear you right?’
Starlight growled softly and enunciated, “You. Are. The. Chosen Ones!”
Dawn laughed incredulously, “That can’t be right! I’m only sixteen!”
Lupa interjected from her spot on her moss carpet, “And a Beta, and the sole heir of my bloodline.”
Amber quietly asked, “Really? But, why are you telling us now? Why not some other time?”
Lupa stood up, her face grave, “The dark is rising sooner than we expected, and we expect more plots to be created the longer it goes on for. We need you to stop it soon, before they become… Unstoppable.”
