Chapter 2

Dear Reader,
If I used your character in the story and you don't like the way I used
him/her, please don't get into this whole mad rage or sobby fit. I had to
use some wolves. It's called fiction for a reason.
-Azureye

Sylver had absorbed the knowledge of the valley like a sponge over the
following days. Frequently she would return to Kajar's clearing in the
Cursed Woods asking for more information. Some questions even Kajar could not answer.
    Sylver had obaintained a lightning gem from the swamp. Her old home did
not have power gems. She had ice magic long before coming to this valley,
and she did not need to find a gem for it. After training with her
lightning gem tirelessly, Sylver thirsted to prove her skills. And what
better place than the battle field?
    A few of her companions wished her luck as she trotted proudly toward
the battlegrounds. Her prime comrade, Creature, approached her on the way.
    "Take this. You could use it," Creature said somewhat gruffly to
Sylver. Sylver saw that Creature held a fire gem in her paw. She took the
fire gem and thanked Creature for the gem. Creature wished her luck and
left.
    Sylver arrived and was a bit surprised to find a wolf lying there,
wating patiently for an opponent. Syvler remembered her name, for she had met most everyone in the valley. Her name was FireStorm. Sylver approached the wolf. "Up for a battle?" Sylver said confidently.
    FireStorm sneered. "....what kind of a question is that?" The wolf got
into battle position. Sylver assumed a similar position. Then, with no
word of warning, Sylver went a lightning bolt hurtling toward the ground.
    FireStorm saw a flicker in the wolf's eye and knew something was coming.
She was unable to dodge it, however, she used a trick she had taught herself long ago that came with her fire magic. She turned into a puff of smoke. The lightning went through the smoke, damaging her slightly, but FireStorm reformed as a regular wolf. Her eyes showed the rage of fire within. She raised her tail, showing that she was not one to lose.

    Sylver stood mezmerized through it all. To Sylver, FireStorm's power
was amazing. FireStorm, demonstrating her power once more, raised globe of white flames around herself. Sylver would no longer be able to attack
FireStorm physically.
    Sylver began scanning her memory for any way to put out the flames. Her
thinking was interrupted by FireStorm's next attack, however. Using her
supernatural powers, dirt and dust had risen around Sylver, meaning to blind
her, and to make her gag and cough.
    Sylver coughed and closed her eyes. Her fur that had been glowing
silver a moment earlier was now dull gray. Sylver was agile, though, and
rolled out from the floating rubble. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she shot a
powerful ice blast at FireStorm, praying her shot was accurate.
    The shot was accurate, but the flames turned it to water quickly. Some
of that water was evaporated too. Nothing hit FireStorm.
    FireStorm concentrated. In an instant, her retaliation was in action.
An earthquake shook behind Sylver as trees were knocked over. Sylver looked for FireStorm, but could not find her, for she was in the shadows, in her shadow form.
    A clever attack needs an equally clever response, thought Sylver. In
record reaction time, Sylver had formed a sheet of ice over the ground in
front of her, streching for for a long distance. It was being melted
quickly, but it was all for the better. Sylver jumped onto the ice and
slid, slid to freedom..
    She let out a yelp of pain. A huge branch of a hundred year old tree
had scratched her terribly on the back. She kept sliding, avoiding the
earthquake.
    FireStorm became visible. Angrily, her eyes glowed red. From them
launched fireballs. They were fast and accurate, and heading straight
toward Sylver.
    Sylver was unable to put up any defence in time. She was brutally
injured. Without any forethought, she summoned a blizzard. Sylver
inherited her ice magic from her mother. Most all of Sylver's traits,
including her ice magic, came from her mother. The only thing her father
gave her was the scar over her right eye, forcing it shut.
    Sylver had summoned the blizzard as a reaction. She used it in some
battles to reduce visibilty. However, long before, Sylver had taught
herself how to see in even the lowest visbility. Her left eye missed
nothing. Sylver thought FireStorm would be able to easily counter the
blizzard, so she braced herself for an attack.

    The attack was not from FireStorm. Sylver felt a surge of shadow energy
so powerful, she knew not even FireStorm could have done it. She was blown to the side and lost her concentration. The blizzard ended instantly.
Getting up, and suffrering much pain in the process, she saw a black dragon
in the sky. It had mighty hind legs, but no front ones. Instead, it had
extremley muscular wings. It was muscular, strong in every aspect.
    "A shadow dragon," FireStorm murmured with some amazment in her voice. Sylver didnšt listen, she pounded away at the thing with everything she had. She used a combination of lightning and ice, using attacks one after
another. FireStorm began attacking as well.
    The great dragon turned to Sylver. It stretched its neck out and send
shadow energy blasting at Sylver. She was blasted to the side and too weak to help any more. FireStorm delivered a final blow of fire magic that caused
the shadow dragon to retreat.
    The sound of three wolves running to the scene was heard. Chronus
emerged in the clearing first, well before the other two wolves. He looked
from Sylver, who was shakily standing, to FireStorm, who was panting.
"What happened?" he asked bluntly.
    FireStorm looked carefully at Sylver and Chronus. Then she said, "There
was a shadow dragon. I had to drive it away all on my own." Sylver stood
in shock, and then fell right back to the ground, forgetting her effort to
stand. Sylver righted herself, but she still had her questions. Why- why
did FireStorm say that? Chronus gave Sylver a terrible look.
    "Well, FireStorm, if that is the case, than I believe a ceremony is
due.. yes indeed, to honor you." Kajar arrived moments later, asking the
same question that Chronus did when he arrived.
    "FireStorm saved Sylver's tail while she cowered," Chronus said bluntly.
Kajar looked to Sylver, but his expression was hard to detect.
    Talon arrived next, who was fed the same story.
    Sylver could only stare in horror.