A red color appeared on the horizon indicating the sunset when Craigor and his hunting master are still venturing into the great forest in search of buffalo. The young Craigor was from a noble family who occupied the village of Hazel-Darg from the kingdom of Porea, he was thin and had long clear looped hair that falls in front of his blue eyes he wore his bow on his shoulder and his sword in its sheath and a small bag. His hunting master was a big and tall man he had short hair and a hard face but every time he talks to the young Lord a little small smile appears on his face erasing the usual wrinkle on his brow. They were both standing in front of a lifeless body of a young gray wolf that has just been killed.

-It Was a breeze. Craigor said, wiping his sword with the back of his sleeves that became all red

-Do not underestimate the wolves, young man. advised him his hunting master while patting him on the back with his usual smile

-And after all you're in luck, wolves usually move in packs

The teacher began his knees to examine the corpse of the little gray wolf and after a moment he spoke

-He might be lost, his pack should not be far away.

Craigor seemed determined he looked at his master with his piercing blue eyes and clear his weapon

-We'll look for the rest!

The hunt master looked at him for a moment then said kindly

'No sir, it could be dangerous for you, and the night will soon fall we'd better go back to Hazel-Darg

-Don't Tell me you're scared, you're scared of wolves? The teacher seemed embarrassed of what the young Lord has said.

He looked at him and his smile hardly appeared this time

-Not at all.

-So we'll look the other wolves, my father will be proud of me if I get back with the heads of a wolf pack. Craigor said with a firm tone advancing through the woods

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The hunt master followed him in spite of himself, they passed a while searching the pack but the wolves are not found.

The night fell and the forest became dark and the chances of getting the wolves are less and less, The hunting master broke a tree branch and took some tools from his bag and began to make fire

-If a misfortune happens to you your parents will cut my head off. Launched the hunt master to Craigor who pretended not to listen

Hey look, there is smoked down there. Said the young targeting some dark smoke barely visible because of the moonlight.

While both rushed toward the source of the smoke current, when they arrived they found four burned bodies of large wolves, the master approaches to examine them closely, he noticed that the Four wolf heads of the burned corpses were torn off and near them there were large pair traces of a fawn.

The teacher looked at Craigor with an expression of fear on his face

-We Will return immediately! He said, taking the arm of the young nobleman and running in the opposite direction

While the two ran through the forest in the dark they heard a very acute noise, the sound was so loud that he made Craigor fell on the ground, his hunting master helped him to stand when suddenly a huge shadow crossed the light the moon above them with a great noise of flapping wings, the teacher looked up to spot the object of the shadow but he found nothing in the sky

-Master ... Craigor said, pointing his finger at him, with an almost inaudible voice weakened by fear

The master turned his head and a ball of fire gushed on his face...