Opan Chapter I

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The sounds of chaos and war filled the air.

And Opan the wolf pup sat in his den, listening to the battle raging outside.

Hours ago, his father, Shull, had left the den to fight. To Opan, it seemed as if an eternity had passed since he had last seen his father.

"Do not fear, my son, I will return with the war won in our favor," Shull had assured Opan.

"But, father, you know how many lives have been lost in this gruesome battle!"

At this, Shull let out a long sigh. Many years before, Shull's father had passed in a terrible war. When Shull had recieved the horrible news, he had felt as if an arrow had just pierced his heart. Shull definitely did not want to seal this fate with his son, but he could not help it if he was killed. "Opan, I cannot promise that I will return. But if I do not, do not be too depressed. I will trust you to carry on our legacy- the legacy of the Luna Pack!"

Until this point of the conversation, Opan had kept his eyes locked on his father's. When Shull spoke this last sentence, though, Opan had to look away.

"Yes, father," Opan had said weakly.

Now, hours had passed since Shull had left. Opan wanted to be down there, fighting for his pack, for his family, for his father. But everyone said he was too young.

"I'm not too young!" Opan mumbled.

He had been raised by Shull, the greatest warrior in his entire clan, the entire forest! He had seen Shull fight battle after battle to protect their territory. Opan knew almost every possible technique there was to know.

Still, the so called "wise" elders of the Luna Pack didn't allow him to fight. The elders had stated that Opan needed more training before he could go to battle. It didn't make any sense.

This was one of the most important wars for the pack to date.

Long ago, the Luna Pack had been merged with another pack that now called themselves the Sol Pack. That pack, formed from members of the Luna and Sol Packs, was called the Unilupe Pack.

The Unilupes were at peace with the whole forest. But that was before one part of the pack began to rebel.

That part started calling themselves the Sol Pack. They believed that together, all the wolves of the forest could unite and conquer all the other creatures.

The Luna Pack refused to give in, angering the Sols. Soon, a war began, involving the different packs following the Lunas, and the packs following the Sols. Though the war was long and devastating, the Lunas finally conquered, driving the Sols out of the forest.

Recently, the Sols had come back, seeking revenge and thirsty for blood. They arrived at the right time, because famine had been overtaking the forest for weeks.

The Sol Pack had somehow convinced almost half the forest that the lack of food had been caused by the Luna Pack. Now, a bitter war was raging between the Sol's followers and the Luna's followers.

And Opan was watching the battle first hand, emotions filling him. He was terrified of what might happen to his father. He was worried that the Luna Pack might lose. Furious that the elders had not let him join the battle. He felt much more than that, but at that moment, all his feelings were blasted away as he felt a sharp pain.

He screamed in sheer agony, feeling as though he had just been sliced open by a sword, struck by lightning, stepped on by a horse, and run over by a wagon all at the same time. He wished that he would faint, or die, or something would happen to him to end the incredible pain.



to be continued...