Chapte 9

Many centuries ago, all mystical species lived together in harmony on Elzar, the magical realm. They had their own colonies and rules. Vampires lodged the magical towns, merfolk ruled the seven seas, fae resided near the waterfalls and lakes, witches and wizards captured the dark woods along with other weak creatures like elves and goblins. Werewolves, the mightiest of them, dwelled in the forests. With time and the need to procreate, they started living in packs making their species one of the most powerful of them all.

Being neither allies nor enemies, every creature remained aloof. The unspoken law for not invading another creature's territory or attack them was comprehended by all. But peace was short-lived. Until one day, a demon waged war on all of them. In thirst for power and dominance, he wreaked havoc in Elzar. His army burnt forests to dust, ravaged cities, raped women, and brutally tortured the prisoners. The supernatural realm was near to extinction. Only werewolves were left in fighting numbers.

The wolves had three individual running packs that were ruled by their own kings. They bravely fought the battle. They captured the demon but were unable to kill him. So they prayed to their moon goddess to show them a way out of this grave crisis. The deity appeared before them and gave them three keys; each led to the ultimate lock, the forbidden magic where the demon was trapped for eternity. Once the deed was done, she sent all the supernaturals to the human realm. She decided to honor the wolves for their contribution.

The eastern pack had large numbers but fewer wolves with combat strength. They had high intellect and ample resources. Without hoarding for themselves for the future, they shared it among all. Once the war was over, they maintained diplomatic relationships between them, thus bringing peace. The moon goddess blessed and named them Golden Hounds packs, owing to their heart of gold.

The southern packs had a large number of wolves, who were all ruthless fighters. Their strength was phenomenal, like the ferocious beasts they were. They took down half of the demon army themselves. Their brute strength, agility, and thirst to kill their target were not missed by the goddess. Hence, she bestowed them with the name Crimson Hunters.

The northern pack was the smallest but the bravest of them all. Unlike the others, they sent all their warriors men and women, old and young. And every single one of them fought valiantly and fearlessly like a beast. Seeing their sheer spirit and valor, the goddess named them Storm Riders pack, one that has the power to dissipate any storm.

The supernatural realm served as a cage where the demon was trapped all alone. The three keys were handed over to the three werewolf kings who then passed down to their generations. Ever since all the supernaturals apart from demon race are living in human realm peacefully. Incase, the door is ever opened, the beast could never be entrapped again. Or so the legend goes...