1 ||Introduction||

Long before the tale you will witness begins...

There lived a cruel and dark King who basked in the pleasure of power.

This King had seven children. Each and every one of them held a unique source power, given by an entity who lives in the moon.

The woman who I presume would be me.

Each of these children have been given power and strength no wolf could ever imagine to have.

However one of these children has a darkness from within.

The young boy who looks at the moon in admiration of which I see now will lose every ounce of his innocence. He will be involved in a punishment of which was brought upon a naive and reckless girl who had created chaos beyond imagination.

A messy tale of which cannot be told now.

Once the Kings children have grown, and once the calamities that are yet to come tears his family apart, the seven princes will fight for the throne and the crown that sits on the Cruel Kings head. No one could live forever, the king knew this and worried for the future of the land if he is to die, he imagined the chaos his sons would make. Brewing war just for the earth's land.

They would destroy it before anyone could win it.

Logically, this King had divided the world into seven pieces.

Now I will be who tells you now that nothing is as it seems. The Seven continents of which you have studied as children were divided by this cruel King himself. You know it completely baffles me how naive you humans can be. Have you really thought that this big world was all for yourselves? Do you really not think that there are creatures that reside on this earth you arrogantly call yours?

Never once thinking that there are dark beasts who walk by your side in sheeps clothing?

Were you all really that oblivious?

Nevertheless back to our tale, the King had divided the world into seven pieces for each of his power hungry sons.

However only one of the Princes will spur a darkness, he will bring chaos, and madness. Only my chosen human will fulfill the task from correcting all the rights from wrong.

'Protect them...'

'Make them happy...Do anything in your power to make them happy...'

I hear this as I watch the black furred wolf tears a man apart limb from limb as a mother flees with tears in her eyes as she carried a crying child in her arms.

The wolf glares up at the moon, where I stand in front of my crystal globe. His red eyes lethal.

May the tale of Damonous begin...