Mystic

• She would not hesitate to follow the footsteps of her ancestors by taking up learning about the area. She could feel the powerful pull of the essence that had restarted the woodlands much before her time and it wasn't long before she came face to face with her destiny.

• It woke her up one night in the form of a firefly that took a rest upon her nose. She sneezed before waving it away only for it to return and start the process all over. It was not long before there were more, surrounding her and dancing within the light breath of mother nature that swirled around the she wolf.

• Annoyed, she rose to her pads, snapping a strong jaw into the night air,

• "Go away! What do you want with me?" She whispered loudly in an attempt not to wake the others.

• They answered by forming a line before floating away with purpose. She wanted so badly to sleep but something about the phenomenon pulled at the fibers within her, so she followed into the darkness.

• After what felt like forever the line of fireflies disappeared under an old, knotted oak tree. It was unlike any other tree in the forest. Its' bark was twisted and strong, spiraling upward like a crooked cliffside and upon it ran stationary outlines of fellow canines, that only just started to glow as she approached. The light glistened in her eyes and her heart raced. She pressed forward.

• She had to really wiggle between the gnarled root-work before breaking into the inner sanctum and there, in the middle, stood a bright green glowing gem pulling her into it. She lifted her paw and touched the stone.

• Waves of memories long forgotten consumed her minds' eye. She found herself standing erect upon a stony cliff, looking over a dense forest that once spread far and wide. Before she knew it, a dome of light rose from the middle of her view and quickly overtook everything, wiping out all that one could see. Her world went white and she found herself laying below the stone once more, only this time it was no longer glowing. Instead, her eyes now gave a light shimmer as the final bits of the power sunk down inside.

• After that day her pack knew she was different. They didn't know why, or how, just that she was. They never questioned, feeling the power for themselves. It made them even stronger than the original pack, and with the powers awakening at the paw of a direct descendant, the Mystic Guardians were alive and to rule once more.