It was said that the King of the Wolves would bring upon the land of magic,death and despair. He would drink the tears of the fairies and drive the dwarfs to madness,for they would make the weapons that he would use to castrate the elves, so they would never multiply into an army that waged war against his people. It is said the King of Wolves would cut open the veil of light, for the dark ones to wither away, the blood drinkers, the suckers, the vampires. His anger lay with them and the rest of the species, for they aided the vampires in their quest, the quest to kill the Pack Mother.

But that was the back story, a bunch of rumors fed to Anemone as a child. They were half truths, in a sense, because no one actually knew the actual truth. The truth behind the curse of the King of the Wolves and the murder of the Pack Mother. No one but the parties mentioned, could correctly say why the King of the Wolves was cursed to sleep and only his bride could awaken him.

It is true that the rest of the species conspired together to bring down the Pack Mother, the King's mother and the mother to all the wolves and that in-sighted the King's wrath. It is true that he was angry and he would render justice to all in the Hidden Valley. It is true that he swore vengeance, he swore to bring back the Sword of Illis, the death sword, and slaughter them all. It is true that his hate was just.

I was ten years old when my caretaker told me all this. He was an old elf man, a prisoner, tasked with taking care of the Child of Disaster, he was one of sympathizers to the King of the Wolves and his plight, thus his sentence was minimal enough. His name was Aaron. He also told me of my birth and the end of witches. He spoke of it like he was there but he was a young elf boy, receiving these news from travelers, he told me that as well. He told me everything he knew.

He spoke of a witch, a very powerful witch who broke into the land of the wolves. She was taken to their temporary leader, where she was offered death for trespassing or a way to wake their king. She promised them a way to wake their king, because wolves are blessed by the god of the wild, thus magic not granted by him, that which is used by witches, cannot harm the wolf pack. She was in a better sense, a prisoner herself, trying to stay alive. She toiled for years for a cure and the wolves grew tireless. Each day, their claws grew sharper and their king continued to sleep.

However, the witch had a friend, turned lover, a young male wolf. He took care of the witch and one day, they crossed the line and magic mixed. The wolf pack's oracle saw this, however, she received word from above, the land of the gods that this was the answer. The child the witch was to bear was the answer. The child would be the bride and she would awaken the king. The wolves were ecstatic. Preparations for war began and the witch grew restless, her belly growing bigger and bigger everyday. Her lover, he grew proud of what they achieved, a miracle nonetheless.

But she grew wary of the burden. One night, when all was well and the wolves slept, her sisters came for her. The whole witch community arrived to free their sister from her mistakes. And they fell, one after another for her mistakes. Each one that carried their sister out of the land of the wolves, fell, life slipping through their fingers to the angry wolves. A sacrifice after sacrifice. Blood was shed and the moon turned red. Eventually, only the pregnant witch escaped and she gave birth to the child, in a place not far from the elven kingdom. There, she sought refuge and it was given to her.

But then, the wolves came knocking, the truth had to be told, else they'd be returned as an offering. The mother was sent away and the child imprisoned in a bird cage under the royal castle of the elves, surrounded by the souls of the elven kings. A place no magic could ever leak, The Kings' Graveyard.

"Why did they chase away my mother?" I asked

"Because the wolves had her scent. She needed to leave so you could live"

"So I can die here" I raised my ten year old arms at the glass encasement, "So that I can never let the Wolf King wake up."

"King of the Wolves, child"

"Wolf King, that's too long."

"He can rip you to shreds, child." Aaron laughed

"I am his bride. His better half. He wouldn't dare harm his savior."

"Where'd you read that?" he said looking at what I was reading, "Ah"

"The story of the first elven King Dras and his love for his queen, Milena." Aaron summarized.

"It's beautiful" I said

"It is." He agreed and sat down to read.