Metamorphi. Chpt 1, Part 1

The silent night of the battle ground coming to an end…

Softly the wind blows and a torn flag unravels with it…

The scent of blood in the air and on the rocky ground…

Death lingers here and red taints the slowly breaking light…

The sun starts to rise over the battlefield…

Still remembering that night, in which she was born, only to be ambushed…

Stare across the land back to her waiting kill…

Thirst for blood and you shall find it following the death at Dawn…

The Beginning before the Quest! (Queen Mythayla De’Kage Ultimainum)

“Lady light, It’s time” Came the dark cool voice I knew so well, with out looking up his hand rested on mine ceasing my writing. “I Know Lord Raven, But I have many things to leave for those that may survive, my final wish and instruction,” I sighed softly, wishing I knew where my husband had gotten too before this had gotten out of hand. The Wartocks, Seti, and Shadow guards had gotten very much out of hand against my kingdom. They all claimed that we were a race not worthy of living because of our thirst for dark blood; they acted toward us as humans to them, only the humans were close to harmless even in their large numbers… well most humans in any case.
This particular human with me is a Raven, the Lord of the Ravens, Lord Daniel; even I must compliment him on his angelic features, His hair naturally messy but neatly cropped in as much sense as possible, he had part of my race, of Metamorphi in him. His eyes were a focused black, his skin fair with no way of giving away and ugly completion, for a Raven he was attractive to the eye but my heart belonged to another…
“M’Lord, what’s the latest report for damage to the lands and its people?” I asked as he smirked, his black eyes looking through mine making me blush but faintly, I was always good at being composed, especially after these past seven million years. “I’ll not say until you promise you will stop writing a moment and come out of this room for some air, you’ve been in here a week straight with not a single break,” He said in a bold tone gently pulling me to my feet with one bold movement as he lifted my hand up and out away form my chair and desk, much like he were leading me to a dance only that never came. I sighed as another voice came, a strong and deep one that I adored “Must you pester a married woman from her duty to her husband and kingdom?”
It was my Twin brother Grey. His silver neatly combed hair stopping at his neck, wearing his cloak and cape as usual with his crown on his brow. He ran one of his claws through his goatee and smirked at Daniel eyeing his hand that was holding mine.
Daniel released my hand and bowed to him as a habit and a custom. “I was simply getting your dearest sister out of this room and into some fresh air great Prince” he announced as Grey shook his head. “Nay, leave her be and go attend to Lord Delvenak with the defences this is our final castle and our ultimate goal, we need to ensure our survival so that The young Prince and princess survive,” he said boldly, putting Daniel in his place as he gave a swift bow and left the room…

Mean while… (Lord Callum De’Kage)
“Balto! Fungi! Take flank and back me up, we have a wave headed our way of about five hundred,” I shouted to them both. We were all in battle not ten kilometres from my love’s castle; they’d invaded our lands. The murderous cowards had dared to invade our peaceful race, they claim us mindless monsters, HYPOCRYTS! I thought to myself slipping to the shadows forcing out one of the mage women and gripping her dragging her from the shadows to the side.
She was a well known Metamorphi, or winged guardian as most our allies called them, Metamorphi with angel forms, she was the black angel as they called her and heavily pregnant, not only that but the much feared General Balto’s wife.
“Go home and have your child, he will be coming to this world any moment, go back to the clan by the river, near that tribe of Lycans, understood?” I ordered felling a large amount of relief coming from Balto’s aura as he heard this from a distance. “Yes your highness, I’ll leave at once,”
With that the woman spread her wings and flew off heading north shooting along in a black streak fading along behind her before I looked across to the others, the battle was almost over, with just ten of us there we were easily able to hold our selves against these small waves of them. There came a roar of a large snow dragon landing down near us all, standing14ft off the ground at the shoulder, he was like a large scaled horse with wings and a long snake like tail looking directly to me with a hard stare. “Living Shadow, there come a larger wave close to half a million,” I cut the dragon off shouting. “Take me directly there. MEN! Stay here and clean up what keeps coming I’ll go front line” After I’d given that order the dragon ran forward and took to the skies as I slipped to the shadows again gripping onto the dragon’s shadow and going with it, sure enough there were close to half a million shadows ahead and about three hundred wraiths joined into the shadows with me to try force me out. Coming up through the middle of them sending out an atomic blast from the shadows feeling the free energy escape most at once, I’d need to charge up again after this.
Forming up from the shadows as a large black dragon standing 7ft high but more than 50m in length, looking much like a demon Komodo Dragon I let out a low growl, I’d only killed half of them, this wasn’t good for me, I’d have to take them all on at once, puffing a thick toxic red mercury gas about me and lighting it I set the land a blaze with toxic flames…

Many thousands of years latter… (Queen Fawna De’Kage Ultimainum)
“Here I stand on a lift of ground looking over what was to be my kingdom, over run with the stench of dark blood… My left knee burns and I vanish into the moon light once again to an unknown resort,”

Years before then in a forest clearing…
There is a mother Metamorphi is struggling to give birth to her new born. Her cry’s echo through the forbidden, dark, forests where several kinds of creatures live. Her power was dwindling, but her bother here to help her. “Hold on Dear sister” Grey say’s his eyes worried as he watched her push, holding her hand as the first was pushed out of her womb and he sent a pulse through her to calm her as he picked up the new born boy as Fungi showed up, the forest guardian sending a blast at Grey killing the infant with a single blast; As Mythayla gave another last push flames covering her making the now corrupt Leish flinch back and flee followed by the angry Prince and the dead infant he held in his arms. Her body gave a heave under the flames vanishing to a small atomic blast but dissipated before it can do any damage leaving behind the small girl on the soft cool moss, the energy form the mother had fed directly to this child as she started to cry, cold, wet and with out a soft voice to hear as she had in the dark warm womb. The cry carries more than her mother’s one.
Passing through the area was a young mother were wolf from the river clan of Lycans. Following the sound of the cries she comes across the infant thinking her a free meal, she had not had human meat in a while and decided to make quick work of it but the child saw her and copied her form turning to that of a small wolf pup, instantly changing the mind of this were wolf as she strode over gently picking the pup up by the scuff of the neck and taking her back to the clan.
Ayla was this maiden wolf’s name; she was the wife to the Chief and already had two pups of two years of age. Chance (named so because he was born dead and revived to life by one of the winged guardian’s who lived near by who said he only “Gave the young but a second chance at life”) and his sister Avul. Ayla was more 'wolf' than human at most times she took the appearance of a large wolf standing 4ft at the shoulder.

At the clan… (Princess Fawna De’Kage Ultimainum)
The leader, or so it felt he was the leader, the one in charge, not sure of what rank he stood at but he was certainly in charge looked me over closely and then gave a deep sound at a yap I made at him. Yawning and resting my head on my thing under my paws I started to fizzle out in my mind. Being out side for not so long I have not yet to know what most things are. I couldn’t understand a single word they said, none of it was a language I knew from my mother’s voice but it was warm at last as the big leader held me close in his dark fur, and sounded nice crooning in a gruff voice, he sounded like my Uncle Grey when he was close to my mother. My mind went out with lights going to dreams playing over and over of the strange fluffy creature that picked me up and took me here.
Slowly the warmth of my numb mind began to stir. I could smell something that made me hurt inside. Giving a whimper in fear at the sound that growled from in me, what was that? I can’t move around, there is no strength. Something lifts me where there is nothing under my paws for a moment before there is a soft thing before me, it tastes nice and stops this painful feeling in me, there are two others beside me as I suckle they seem to be stronger than me… is this what brings strength to them I wonder? There is a soft sound and my mind is brought back to a warm and fuzzy again as I feel something hard and sharp through my fur looking through it gently like they were searching something before the gruff voice form before said something “Fawna… the markings say she is Fawna but I can not read the rest” I gave a small yap, I didn’t know why that one word was the only thing I understood but it made me open my eyes and look up at the one who called me. The large creature looked down and spoke that one word again before stroking me softly with those hard sharp things again and I went numb in my mind again, going black.

That same night… (Master Raynar Ayefrell)
“I must go and see what could possibly disturb Chief Cult at a time like this dearest please forgive me” My Father said in Metami (our native tongue) to my step mother, It had been three years since my mother died and he settled down with her again, she was the only mother I knew the new Mrs. Ayefrell of the Winged Guardian clan. She gave a small smile lightly resting a hand on her slightly swollen belly and kissing my father’s cheek, Chief Balto of what was left of the Winged Guardians; everyone said I looked like him only with black skin, but I couldn’t care less. “You tend to your duty love, I’ll wait here,” she said as he gave a small nod and my eyes lit up as he looked at me and held out his hand. “It’s about time I start teaching you about how to be a Chief of the clan” He said smoothly, more so than a Vampire, I smiled. “You mean I can go this time?” Father gave a nod and I took his hand smiling my undeveloped wings ruffling a little as we walked out the door I waved to my mother and then looked up at father. “What do you think it is that Chief Cult needs help with?” I asked looking up at him with big eyes as he gave a deep chuckle ruffling my hair a little. “Don’t know Son, but we will once we clear this gap of forest between the camp sites” he explained and I gave a nod. “Do you think he found something?” I asked with a whole big list of other questions that I hoped he could answer to satisfy my curiosity. “Probably… but I cant be sure till we get there, for now we’ll just have to wonder,” He gave a deep chuckle as I sighed looking at my feet before stopping and holding my arms up to him with a big grin and asking. “Can we fly this time?” All Father did was laugh and scoop me up to his arms and flex his wings out bringing them down silently to gain a lot of height before gliding down to the Lycan village that was not ten meters from the river.
On knocking and entering the hut of Chief Cult we find Mrs. Ayla with a new pup, father tenses a little at her scent. Her fur white, glowing white and her aura was pure like an angels, her ears tipped black with a stripe that was a rich chocolate colour running form the point of her nose to her tail. She stirred a little giving a small whimper as I watched her, she didn’t smell at all like a Lycan, it was closer to that of a Winged Guardian crossed with something else, something deeper.
“Where did you find that creature?” My Father asked in a serious tone, his jaw clenching as Ayla growled and backed off cradling the pup close to her bare breast, it was rare to see her in a humanoid form like this but I ignored it looking at father. “Father what’s wrong with that wolf pup? Why are you angry?” I asked. “I’m not angry, that pup smells familiar, and that glowing aura, Cult do you plan on raising such a beast?” he asked the Chief sternly who growled. “That would be none of your business! What’s it to you if we raise her? She has done no harm to us,” Cult growled, moving to stand between my father and Ayla, I made a small whimper. “Please don’t fight; I don’t feel anything bad from her. She has the aura of an angel, please don’t hurt her,” I asked looking up at then with big eyes watching both of the gruff men soften. “Is that true Raynar? Do you see an angelic aura in the girl?” He asked anticipating my face I gave a nod and he gave a small “hmm,” in thought before turning to the door taking my hand.
“Then it is settled, you can look after the pup, I have no objections but your responsible should something go wrong with these clans because of her… that pup is stronger than she acts now, wait till she finds her feet,” with that last announcement father took my hand and walked me out of the hut, I looked over my shoulder grinning a moment as two pairs of eyes that popped up from the rags in the corner of the room, Chance and Avul. We then left and retired to our own hut.