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the air, as they pounded shields against breastplates, filling the sky with a loud, righteous clatter of metal and voices, all shouting out in one, loud voice.               “Rise!!!”
              Shirindul stood looking among them, honor filling her heart. The sight was that of great splendor. It was like looking upon a mighty forest of quivering trees, spears crashing back and forth like branches stuck in a strong wind. As the voices rang loud, the clouds opened and the sun revealed its light to those below. The golden mass of armor glistened in the sunlight, as blade tip and shield screamed with radiance.
              A new era had come. The Mother Shirindul was wearing her head dress proudly, looking through her veil at the beaming light from above. A time of peace was at hand, but how long it was to last was unknown to all. But one thing was for sure, Shirindul would give her life to keep it this way, for as long as fate would permit peace.
     
    -Chapter 1-
Present
    Many years had passed, the era of Shirindul having ended long ago, and another Mother had been chosen to succeed her, and in the passing of time, their era had also come to an end. It was now the era of the Mother Dhahn, known to some as the scarred-Mother. However, in the many years before her era had begun, the world had changed very much. Stories of the wolves had spread across the land, the truth of their nature common among all who lived. A great towering city was built around the pit, that which the wolves had been born from. Many had feared that not all of the wolves had come out, and that some may lay dormant in the pit. So, they built a city to watch over the flaming pit, just in case they are right, and the wolves do still live, perhaps, awaiting the right moment to rise.
              The weather was that of a beautiful sunny day, the wind was fleeting, but cool when its presence was known. A pair of horses strode speedily across the open plain, charging ahead, sending dust scattering beneath their pounding hooves.
              The leading horse was fitted with armor, gold and rustic, with runic designs written upon it. The horse’s head bearing a mask, with one short, curved, half circle blade running down its front, for battering enemies in combat. Riding the steed was a sturdy looking warrior. He was dressed in armor, which resembled that of the horse, runes and all. He wore a great battle helmet, with two horns, one on each side, curved forward, and sharpened. He had a visor with slits for his eyes to bear witness through, and a black cape which flailed gloriously in the wind as he strode atop his horse, gripping his steed’s reins with well-fitted gauntlets, each with a small, but sharp spike on each knuckle.
              The horse behind the intimating sight had two twin girls on it. They were only but ten years of age. They both had very pale skin, bright green eyes, and red hair, with grey streaks in it. Both of their hair was braided, each had theirs done in different spots. They each wore a hooded jacket, golden, and with runic symbols written upon it, a fashion seen commonly of their people, along with a double-notched piercing on each of their left ears.
              The twins followed the front horse closely, as the armored figure pointed ahead, calling back to them. “We’re near there, my daughters…only a little left to go.” The voice from the mask was calm and monotone.
              Having reached their destination, the two horses stopped as the riders surveyed their aim, looking upon it in astonishment.
              They stood before the Order of the Aura. Its green stone walls were great and thick. Beyond them were many more, containing houses built into them, and wooden walkways built to reach the massive battlements above, and at its center stood a great tree, greater than any other tree