.:Wearily you travel through excruciating heat, slowly waving in and out of consiousness.. you reach a tall cliff and full of hope you race t'wards it, knowing it's shade is the only thing to keep you alive for the moment. Once you collapse under it you suddenly feel swirling cool winds swish around you.. suddenly feeling dreamy you fall asleep.. and awaken in a whole new land. Its beauty radiates around you as the sunlight pours through spaces between tall green trees. The breathtaking land you have now found to live in seemed too quiet.. not noticing any other wolves you turn to leave, when suddenly a single wolf stepped forward moving out from the dense wood. The hessian was a fragile, aged wolf, his steps were wary and almost uncertain. His dark blue oculi observed the terra firma before him, no emotion expressed within their depths. He had a strange aura about him, one that made you sense he knows something you don't:.

»Hello young one, what brings you to Winds of Time? I am Malachi, and some say I have a gift, others say I have lost my mind. What you choose to believe is up to you, but listen closely to what I have to say. A strong, cunning champion is to join us here in Winds of Time, or be born into it. I know of this because I have Foreseen about it for seasons. You just might be who I have predicted for these years.. you might be the One to defeat the bloodthirsty dragon Astalder.. she has been attacking packs and killing wolves for many moons.. perhaps you are the One we have been waiting for?«