The Story of Greely

Okay, so I'll be posting in chapters. First the Cover page!

Cover

Pack of Boulders Camp



Packlands Map

Prologue


Blizzard was always a quiet pup, not too noticeable. He blended into the pack. He was what, to a regular passerby, would be considered "Normal". Don't you hate that word? Normal.

Blizzard was not in the least bit normal.

He was the chosen.


Chapter One

Blizzard awoke in his den, pressed against his mother, Mara. He wasn't the best treated pup in the Pack of Boulders, for his mother is the subordinate female, his father was the subordinate male, but in a fight defending Blizzard, he was killed by the Alpha Male, Falcon.
The Alphas, they were peculiar. Sillo, the female, she was very quiet, Blizzard had never even heard her speak. Falcon was different. Cold, cold eyes, his cream colored pelt contrasting with his black markings. The wolf that killed Blizzard's father.
Blizzard blinked the tiredness from his eyes,  then slowly got up and stumbled over to his friend, Honeybell. Her tawny pelt shined as she steadily breathed, in, out, in, out. Her spring grass green eyes were closed. Blizzard had always thought of Honeybell as..a...pretty...gorgeous wolf with a heart of gold. She was soft spoken, friendly, bubbly, and it was impossible to dislike her.
One light green eye opened and stared at Blizzard, then a thin little mouth smirked. She then sprang up and rolled Blizzard on his back, both of them giggling. Honeybell's mother grunted, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
They went outside the cave and frolicked together on the rocky surface of the cliff the cave was perched on top of.
Blizzard had never felt happier.


Chapter Two
As Blizzard was trying to squirm out of Honeybell's grasp (for she had pinned him to the rocky surface), out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow gracefully walk across the cliff to the camp entrance. He realized it was Sillo when he saw a glimmering emerald eye as she passed.
Coming out of the cave was Falcon, once again the total opposite of Sillo.
He trotted along, barely able to carry the weight of his own ego. He stopped abruptly and sneered in disgust at the sight of Blizzard.
When Blizzard accidentally met Falcon's eye was when he realized Honeybell was long gone, far back in the cave no doubt. "She must have caught his scent...or...wait, how long has he been standing there????", thought Blizzard. With an inner sigh, he flopped on his side, then ground his own face against the warm, rocky surface. He curled his tail between his legs till it hurt, and whimpered.
Every time he or his mother were in Falcon's line of vision, this was the most assertive as they would dare be.
Falcon nodded, approving this stature of humility, and sauntered off.
Blizzard glared.
"You will pay one day Falcon...if I had my way with you, you'd be carrion..."

Chapter Three:
The next day, Blizzard was sitting out on the cliff after a long day of hunting practice, as he watched the sun set there was something.... off in the air.
He felt his soft fur stand on end. There was static in the air, crackling loudly in his sensitive canine ears.
He lifted his head to see a large dark mass, one glazed over eye staring down at him.

For some weird reason, Blizzard was not scared. He might have even been... calm.
What are you?, he thought.
A booming voice so powerful it caused him great pain entered his mind, silent to the outside world.
It is not important what I am. The question is, what are you?
You puzzle me. What do you mean?
Are you a cowardice, submissive fool; or are you powerful? Are you strong?
Are you what I need?
What is it you wish me to do?
Ah, I am a fair creature. If you help me, I shall help you.
With what?
Killing that fleabag that slayed your father.
With Vengeance.
Blizzard's eyes sparkled.
And so it was.


Chapter Four
Blizzard stalked into the cave after the mass had dispersed.

He shut his eyes, and instantly memories of the day his father was killed flooded his thoughts.

Falcon stalked over to Blizzard, snarling at him. Blizzard was very young at the time, and did not realize what a huge deal it was to eat a bite of the Alpha's prey.
It was a huge deal.
Falcon was slightly crouched in a hunting position, as if he were stalking a squirrel. His eyes gleamed with fury, and Blizzard crouched, cowering in the corner.
Blizzard's father Frost leaped from the hunters' den and in front of his pup, snarling at Falcon.
Falcon staggered back, shocked. This was unheard of! The omega, confronting an alpha!
A few heartbeats later, Falcon and Frost were fighting.
They were both on their hind legs, arms draped over each other's shoulders as Frost's powerful jaws snapped at Falcon's throat.
They both fell to the floor and for a moment that seemed an eternity, but was actually a heartbeat, it was strangely beautiful.
Alpha and Omega blood poured to the floor and mixed in one large scarlet pool.
Looking at the pool, one question popped into every wolves' minds.
Is it better to have power and no love, or no power and more love than you could ask for?
The question was already answered in the minds of the two sparring wolves.
The next event seemed to occur in slow motion.
Frost collapsed to the ground, his paws dragging over Falcon's eye as he fell.
Blizzard forgot his terror and ran out to his father.
"No! No! You killed him! You killed my daddy!"
Falcon's stare was blank and cold as he turned, then stalked away.

Chapter Five
A paw jabbed Blizzard in the side and he snapped his eyes open, whipping his head wildly and gasping for air. "Blizzard don't worry...It was just a bad dream."His mother Mara cooed to him in between the steady rasps of her tongue across her son's fur.
Blizzard shrugged her off, but gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek. The young wolf shook with emotion as he thought about leaving his pack, his mother....Honeybell...
But he had to go with the dark mass.
For father. He thought.
He stalked out of the cave, not daring to look at Honeybell's sleeping body.
He squeezed his eyes tight, trying to get rid of the tears so the noble spirit wouldn't see him break down.
With his help, I'll be a warrior! Blizzard thought with optimism.
Blocking the gray dawn light was the mass the single glazed eye staring far deeper than Blizzard's pelt. The pup raised his chin proudly. "I'm ready."
The mass extended a long limb towards the small wolf. Blizzard cocked his head in confusion. The mass stared at him until he realized he was supposed to step on. With hesitation, he padded onto the arm and it curled around him and lifted him up. He instantly fell asleep, unusually sedated and lulled by the cold, electrifying grasp.

When he awoke hundreds of the dark masses surrounded him, so many he could barely see the walls of cold and dark cave he was in.
"Where.....where am I?..." He mumbled.
"You are in the kingdom of the phantoms, the most powerful entities in the universe. Together, we will take over the world!"
Blizzard looked at the king blankly. "You're the most powerful in the universe, but all you want is the world???"
An extremely cold, black limb slapped the wolf's face, giving him a strong shock before he fell unconscious.