Rain, thunder, and lightning all around me. The wind is whistling through the trees. My heart is wound tight in my chest as I rush to get to the top of a hill that looks down over a battle field. “Arius…”My large black wolf steps up to my side, he’s larger than any normal wolves, but he is no werewolf. Tilting his head back, he releases a loud, ghostly howl. My cloak billows around me as I hear the fighting pause below us. Now, it’s my turn and I know I am not too late. I lift a flute and begin to play it. Though, oddly, no sound comes out. As I play though, the rogues begin to act oddly. They whine and whimper, surprising the king and his men as they watch. I haven’t lifted a single finger other than to hold the flute to my lips. Suddenly, all rogues in the area turn and begin running toward me, seeking to destroy what’s causing the noise. Arius growls lowly and bares his teeth, his fur stands on end. While the soldiers and king watch, his fur begins to spark, like little streak
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