The destiny of Frost, part four.

“Oakheart? What do you need to tell me?” “ Frost,” he said, in a sad voice that Frost had never heard before, “ I must tell you my tale, a tale of misery and danger. Are you ready?” Frost was stunned. He never could get even the tiniest word about Oakheart’s childhood, and he was offering it to him now. “I-I accept, Oakheart.”

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Oakhearts tale:

“When I was a young pup, a war raged within the peaceful valley I lived in. Many were killed, but I was hidden away before I became one with the corpses and blood. I was destined to be The Chosen. The one who would wipe out the Dark One from the face of the earth. But I was never ready to accept this.

“So I ran away, on the night of the new moon, and married the most beautiful direwolf in all the lands of Rasban.” [*Rasban is the name of the world in the story*]

“On the next Moon of the North Winds, you were born Frost. And so was Moona. But your Mother died protecting you from the Dark One, as she spread across the moon, and took the form of a Frandal Direwolf, like the one you saw. Frandals are evil shadow beings that serve the Dark One only.”

“You were tinged with the blood of the Frandal, and was changed forever. Her power courses through your veins, but so does another. When you were injured, your blood was…….. an electric and glowing blue. The blood of the Ancients….”

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This will continue In this section.

#FF4L,

Tina. It might be delayed because of Wolfgang. He’s been very mean lately.