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Where was I? Mmh oh right Gods, a God is a collective idea given form. It's really hard to kill a God. How to kill a God? If you can change the mind of it's followers, the God will change too. If you change it enough, the old God will be so different it could be considered dead and reborn in a new form. This is the easiest way to kill a god, the harder and permanent way to kill a God is: killing all of its believers, kill any being and destroy any trace of the God's presente. When a God is forgotten, it will weaken, when it has no more belief energy the God will fade away."

-Bee May, the faery of knowledge

"How to kill a God."

As the terrifying howl shook the forest, Little Wolf awakened from his trance. He looked around, he saw blood, gore, the enemies, the men and women that killed his villagers, his friends, his family. He looked up, he saw smoke, fire, the village was burning, he took a step back, his rear bumped into something. He turned around with his spear at the ready, he saw Sidon, his father, there. He was breathing hard, while the invading group was paralyzed the battle-scarred First Hunter was looking around, trying to find a way out.

"Oh, finally you decided to come back, uh?"

Said Sidon with a tired smile.

"What happened?"

Asked his son.

"Not now, we need to get out, we need to meet the others."

Whispered Sidon.

"How?"

Whispered back Little Wolf.

"That way is the shortest route to the forest." Sidon nudged his son to show him the direction. "While they are distracted by what's happening we need to disappear."

"How am I so tired?" Murmured Little Wolf." I think I can get us out." He whispered back.

Little Wolf let his wild side come out, he was surprised by the fact that his istincts and strenghts were partially in effect, even while staying as a human. Little Wolf dropped his spear, hugged his father and jumped. The horde awoke form their stupor but was already too late. In a few seconds the two escapees were outside the walls, in a minute Little Wolf was flying from tree to tree then, he fell unconscious.

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When he woke up, he saw he was inside a dark hole in the ground, when he moved Sidon put a finger to his lips.

Sidon used the scouts signals that Todd taught to the village, they could comunicate wordlessy with gestures from afar or with little touches when near and in low to no light. The First Hunter explained that after Little Wolf fell unconscious, they dropped down from the tree they were on, he took him and hid inside a wolf's lair. There were wolves everywhere in the forest right now, the smell of the lair helped the two of them to remain unnoticed.

Little Wolf felt better after his rest, the father-son duo listened for a while, after they heard no sounds, they got out of the lair. Little Wolf did not need to eat, drink or sleep usually. But Sidon did, they traveled for a while until they found where they were, after they got a hold of the way of the land, they moved with as much haste as they could while trying to not get caught by wolves or the possible dispatch of the horde looking to finish them off. They did not have notices of the village or the other villagers, it would take a while to walk toward one of the hidden rally points they made in case they could not get back to the village and needed a place to crash in. Their first priority was secure water, Sidon needed water and if lucky some food inside his belly.

They could not go to the river, it was too risky, too open. Luckily Little Wolf had a good nose, he found the smell of clean water in the air. Following the smell they found a spring, clean water was gushing from a hole in the ground. While Sidon was drinking, Little Wolf noticed that his father kept his Alpha wolf mantle on his right side and, he was not moving his arm. Using a single arm to drink while keeping balance with only with his knees was not something he ever saw his father do. Little Wolf snuck around his drinking father and unlaced his mantle. What he found was a nasty bruise on Sidon's shoulder and his arm looked swollen.

"It's not your fault." Sidon grimaced. "Without you I would be dead inside the village right now."

"Without me you would be with mom right now."

Said Little Wolf.

"Nah." Sidon grunted. "You took a side of the wall on your own, more people would be dead without you. I wouldn't have left the village like that if I did not have a son and a wife to come back to."

Little Wolf nodded, then he offered his father his back.

"Do you want to fall again and hurt my other side?"

Asked Sidon with a smile in his voice.

"I'm rested now, when I was outside with Annabelle... I learned from her about herbs, I can help your side hurt less, it won't take too long and it's in the way of one of the rally points."

Little Wolf gave a smile to his father over his shoulder.

Sidon sighed but hopped on and used his single sane arm to take a good hold of his son. They moved fast, Little Wolf did remember and found the plants needed to keep the pain away. Little Wolf gave Sidon a root to chew while he crushed some grass and leaves into a paste to cover his side and arm with.

After Sidon was treated, they started marching again, a little after they heard a growl.

"I hoped to not find you pup, to kill a pup for the sins of his bitch is unheard of us wolves. But, this is an order from my GOD and as his Champion I will do what I must. You will die today and Joy will follow."