Covid 19 Global Pan-panic – a theory

Sciencey Details and stuff at bottom of page for insight anf information –

So what does all this sciencey mambo jumbo tell us –

1. CV-19 is a corona virus
2. CV-19 unlike any other naturally occurring virus attacks both upper and lower respiratory system at once, highly contagious and in stronger subjects not exhibiting “symptoms”
3. Once a subject has “recovered” and have the antibodies needed to kill the virus they have still tested positive indicating that the virus is still present but dormant and facilitating the continued production of the CV-19 antibodies.  
4. Corona viruses including CV-19, are retroviruses
5. Retroviruses are used in genetherapy to alter the hosts genetic structure by converting and introducing the foreign DNA from a Retrovirus.
6. Bispecipic Antibodies, which are created as a natural immune response to viral gene therapy can be used further stabilize and increase the efficiency  of the initial viral therapy, naturally.
7. With the Current CV-19 Threat once a viable vaccine is created it will be compulsory globally to have it administered. Thereby intruding the body to not only the “weakened” retrovirus and also allow the body to create the necessary anti-bodies. Global gene therapy.
8. April 2020, the United States acknowledged the existence of UFO’s and their continued long term research and monitoring of said UFO’s. Thereby indirectly acknowledging the existence of Extraterrestrials and their contact with earth. This announcement went mostly unnoticed due to the global pandemic panic.
9. Several “seers”, ancient civilizations – Mayan, Incan, Sumerian etc. all predicted that in the early part of the second millennium AD we would make contact with godlike beings from beyond our world, and that said being would either be here to aid or enslave us.
10. It has been said by numerous individuals laymen and experts that the global reaction to the CV-19 pandemic is over inflated – yes CV-19 is a deadly highly aggressive and highly contagious virus but the recovery and fatality rate is not much different than other influenza strains witnessed in the past, which did not warrant this type of global reaction and panic.

  So lets throw a hypothetical scenario maybe fueled by my overactive imagination, lack of anti depressants, lack of nicotine, lack of human and intimate contact, induced by stress due to no $$$.

A extraterrestrial race makes contact with earth. “Take us to your leaders”. They meet in secret with the UN and sate their existence and their intentions. Whether you’re a pessimist or optimist or realist whatever those intensions might be – here to save us from ourselves, they need slaves, they need new genetic material for continued existence, they need food – whatever you feel they would say. With their needs being live specimens or saving us, a all out aggressive assault would lead to countless causalities and be counterproductive to either side.  

So in exchange for x% of the human population they are willing to grant technology, sciences, medicines etc. But there are T’s and C’s that need to be adhered to in order to get said deal.

1. Our current respiratory system is insufficient to our continued survival – either with our continued existence here or being taken with them on and prolonged micro-gravity exposure. So we would need to be altered and the alternation needs to be made permanent. The only sure fire way to genetically alter a entire population of a species is to introduce a highly contagious retro virus into the environment. The designed retrovirus will alter the effectiveness on the respiratory  system by attacking both upper and lower respiratory  systems simultaneously, the auto immune response of the host will generate antibodies specific to the artificial retrovirus. While the retro virus damages the existing lung structures and introduces new genetic martial for the regeneration and altering of said structures, the antibodies are there to not only keep the transformation controlled but to facilitate continued alterations while the virus remains dormant, ensure the continued production of antibodies.  
2. There are “side-effects’ to introducing said retrovirus into the population with a acceptable mortality rate of +- 1-2% of those infected by initial strain. Survival of the fittest. In order to facilitate a full species coverage it is advised that through propaganda, media, social media etc. to create panic by any and all means possible surrounding the virus and its “impending doom” to the human species, thereby having billions voluntarily infect themselves with the retrovirus vaccine (when ready) and thereby ensuring maximum coverage of the alterations required within the species as a whole, to suite the needs of the Extraterrestrials.
3. Slowly and calculatingly “leak” and acknowledge the existence of Extraterrestrial visitors to the masses, and ensure to the global populations that the Extraterrestrials are not hostile and mean no harm.
4. The resulting global economic crisis and situation will be offset with the removal of x% of the population to the extraterrestrials – allowing more natural resources, food, water and jobs for the remaining population. And by facilitating this “rescue” after the pandemic has be averted both the global governments and the Extraterrestrials will look like saviors of the human race. With a “offer of goodwill, a better life somewhere else with these wondrous saviors from the stars” billions of individuals will volunteer to join these beings.
5. So they take a couple billion people, in exchange or wondrous tech and not vaporizing us and well have now have a established and trusted supply chain in place for future human requirements. Whereas the ones remaining have been “saved” from ourselves, already being altered and ensuring all future generations are born with the required alternations for the Extraterrestrials and save form the dreaded extinction level event CV19, while the governments of the world look like saviors.

Sciencey details n stuff –

Human beings have become scared of the Novel Coronavirus and are taking several measures to combat these corona particles. The genome size of the corona is approximately 27 to 34 kilobases having single-stranded RNA as its genome enclosed in an envelope rich in lipids. This coronavirus which is a retrovirus can palpably cause infection and shows that this retroviral is sufficient enough to infect mammals and birds since it is zoonotic. 

So how does this RNA containing virus moves inside our cells, having DNA as its genome, and causing the infection? It is because of the fact that the RNA of the virus needs to be reverse transcribed, forming the complementary DNA (cDNA) by the enzyme reverse transcriptase. This enzyme will convert the RNA of the coronavirus to cDNA. This cDNA then gets inserted into the host DNA, replicating along with the host DNA and causing lysis of the host cell after reaching its burst size, generating a greater number of virions/virus particles, causing reinfection of the same organism or other organisms. In this way, the progeny virions have multiplied to such an extent that in spite of their minute size they can outnumber their host cells and rule over them by causing infection. The emerging viral particles can reinfect its neighboring hosts and spread in the community. Hosts infected with these viral particles will show several symptoms. We human beings will have upper respiratory tract infection and distress, accompanied by fever and cough. These viral particles are so naughty that they do not fear the host defense mechanisms. They are trying to dominate us. However, before moving directly into the lungs, these viral particles stay for a few days in the throat region.

Retroviruses are RNA viruses that carry a gene for a reverse transcriptase that transcribes the viral genetic material into a double stranded DNA intermediate. This DNA intermediate is then incorporated into the host DNA allowing the host cell machinery to produce all the necessary viral components.

Certain viruses are often used as vectors because they can deliver the new gene by infecting the cell. The viruses are modified so they can’t cause disease when used in people. Some types of virus, such as retroviruses, integrate their genetic material (including the new gene) into a chromosome in the human cell.

coronavirus has found a particularly good home in humans because the virus can cause less severe symptoms in many people, sometimes even being spread by people who are unaware they are carrying it.

Some viruses, like those that cause the common cold, infect upper airways, including the nose and throat. Others can cause viral pneumonia that usually infects smaller areas of just one lung.

The coronavirus packs a vicious double punch: It can infect the entire respiratory system, all the way down to millions of tiny air sacs in the lungs called alveoli.

 “There aren’t a lot of respiratory viruses that go both upper and lower, and this is one of them,” said Dr. Michael Schivo, a pulmonologist at UC Davis Health. “Number one, [the coronavirus] can make us sicker. And number two, it can cause low oxygen. Those are probably the two biggest problems with it.”

Alveoli make up 99% of the surface area of the lung.

“The airways are equal to a tennis racket laid on the doubles tennis court,” said Dr. Michael Matthay, a professor of medicine at UCSF. “The rest of the tennis court are the alveoli.”

The alveoli literally keep people alive by bringing oxygen into the bloodstream and excreting carbon dioxide.

But the coronavirus disrupts this process.

When the virus particles enter the alveoli, they continue to replicate, injuring the lungs.

 Bispecific Antibodies and Gene Therapy

Bispecific antibodies and gene therapy are connected in two ways. First, bispecific antibodies have been developed as promising tools for targeting cell entry of gene transfer vectors: as adapter molecules they link the vector to a marker molecule (specifically) expressed on the target cell surface. Second, gene therapy can be an alternative means for delivery of therapeutic antibodies to patients, i.e., by antibody production in the patients’ cells. Besides genetic delivery of (established) soluble antibodies, such antibody gene transfer can also facilitate new applications for (bispecific) antibody therapy, for example by expression of membrane-bound or intracellular derivatives. Certainly combination therapies of bispecific antibodies and gene therapy can also be envisioned.

What is a vaccine and how does it work?

A vaccine works by training the immune system to recognize and combat pathogens, either viruses or bacteria. To do this, certain molecules from the pathogen must be introduced into the body to trigger an immune response. These molecules are called antigens, and they are present on all viruses and bacteria.

28/04/2020 – UNITED STATES

US Pentagon acknowledges existence of unidentified flying objects

The US Department of Defense has officially released three previously leaked videos of unidentified flying objects (UFOs) saying it wants people to know the truth.

A lesson on cycles as taught by Loki

Thialfi sat on the banks of the river Ífingr busy cleaning his master Thor’s cloak deep in thought and pondering as he did so. Oblivious to his actions and deep in philosophical conundrum, as mere humans often do, there appeared a salmon frolicking in the waters before him. Thialfi glanced at the curious fish but continued to do his appointed tasks while dreaming away. The salmon stuck it’s head out of the water and spoke in a human voice and said to Thialfi, ‘Look at the housemaid of Thor, washing the gods unmentionables, one would think this would be your sister’s task to do, but here is the great clothes washer Thialfi cleaning his master’s cloths’, the salmon laughed at Thialfi trying to provoke a reaction from him.

Nevertheless, Thialfi continued with washing the cloak and staring into nothingness oblivious to the fish’s insults. The salmon scoffed at Thialfi and sneered, ‘By Odin’s sweaty armpits, most tedious when your insult the handmaiden of the great Thor and get not even a raised eyebrow’. With saying that the salmon jumped from the waters and transformed into Loki and he landed behind Thialfi, who had not noticed the transformation. Loki snuck up behind Thialfi and made his voice to be that of Thor’s the boy’s master and explained in a booming voice right beside his ear, ‘Where is my cloak boy! For the Jotan are approaching and I need to go to battle and need to be clad as the warrior god I am, make haste or I shall feed you to Fenrir myself.” So startled was Thialfi by this that he had dropped the cloak into the river and was now frantic to fish it out, his eyes darting to see where his master was.

Loki took hiding behind a tree and when Thialfi was seeking out Thor to no avail, Loki made himself known from his hiding. ‘ Ahhh there you are Thialfi, your master Thor has been searching for you but gave up and clad himself in a lesser cloak to battle the Jotan invaders, he was non impressed but it is better then appearing in battle as a soaked wench, do you not agree ?.” Grabbing a large branch Loki fished out the soaked cloak and looked at Thialfi, ” Luckily for you I was here or Thor’s favorite cloak would had been washed away to the ends of existence”, hanging the cloak up on a nearby tree limb to dry. “Thank you my lord Loki, I am sorry but my mind has been elsewhere and I was lost in deep contemplation and shunned by duties as such, again thanks for your aid or I would surely be Fenrir next meal”

Loki glanced at the human, brushed the grass and sat beside Thialfi and gazed upon him in a quizzical manner, before speaking once more, ‘ I might be a god but I am puzzled what one such as yourself would need to contemplate so deeply, I doubt it would be how much soap to use on a god’s cloak,’ Loki chuckled and continued on,’ Considering how a mortal and his sister came to be the servants of the god Thor and now housed in Asgard among the gods themselves, is it that even living in the land of the gods, you long for your home and family in Midgard ?,’ Loki asked glanced at Thialfi. Thialfi answered somewhat taken aback, ‘ No great lord  Loki, it is not that at all, I and My sister am both grateful for finding ourselves in the service as one such as lord Thor, but I cannot help but ponder deeply as to what it all means ? I do not mean to offend but here I am sitting upon the banks of the great river Ífingr washing Lord Thor’s cloak, and there”, Thialfi pausing and points to the far bank of the vast river,’ just there is Jotunheim, the land of the giants. Are all things such divided such as thus, the good this side and the bad on that? Are …are things day and night or is there something more than opposites….” Thialfi remarks as his words stagger off and he sets himself off in deep pondering once more.

Loki looks upon Thialfi and suddenly jumps to his feet and grabs the boy upon his shoulder and exclaims,’ surely this will not do, we cannot have you pondering such things when there are more important things for you to be concerned about, like the state of Thor’s undergarments. I shall be the hero once more and rectify this situation post haste.” Startled Thialfi rushed to his feet fearing retribution for his thoughts but instead only gets a smile from Loki, “come now let me answer these things so that you no longer need to ponder so deeply, the human mind is a fragile thing and we wouldn’t want you to do yourself any injury, “with that and a wave of his hand Loki creates a portal between realms and drags Thialfi through it. “ I would ask that you remain silent about my portals to the Ægir or I will ensure you are my son Fenrir next meal.”

Blinding light and a sudden feeling of one’s body imploding and exploding all at once, Thialfi finds himself awakening at Loki’s feet with the god looking down upon him. ‘ I do apologize, I sometimes forget how fragile your kind is… come now let us put these thoughts of your to rest before Thor comes looking for his hand maiden, “ Loki chuckles walking ahead and Thialfi finds his footing and is startled by the sight before him. Before him lay the Ginungagap, the great void and to the north of it lay Niflheim, the land of mist, ice, and snow and to the south of the void lay Muspelheim, the land of fire. Awestruck he just stood there peering ahead at his miraculous site. Loki gazed upon him and scoffed, ‘Oh come on, don’t tell me u have never seen the birth of the world before, come on now I need to show you this so we can go back, I need some mead and all this tramping around the void makes me hungry and wanting female companionship and mischief, so come here and let me ease those ponderings of your.”

Loki pulled Thialfi beside him and pointed out to the void, “Tell me what do you see boy?” Thialfi replied, “ I see the land of ice and snow to the north and the land of fire to the south and the void in the middle, but I don’t understa… “, Loki cuts him off and says,” Pretty extreme opposites don’t you think, fire and ice, well gaze upon the void …child, and see what happens when there is no opposites, where there is no fire and ice, gaze upon the middle of the void where the two meet, you see there, there is the spark of life, that is were everything we are, everything we were and everything we will be is being birthed into creation. Not from the fire or ice alone, not from the light or the darkness alone, but from both of them dancing with one another. You mortals stand upon your green fields on Midgrad gazing up unto the heavens always so hypocritical about good and bad, left and right, light and dark, when Ve gave onto the first of you mind and intelligence, I think he must have left too many open spaces in there, “knocking on Thialfi skull mockingly.

“All you see is the division of the two, always opposites but there is no such thing in the grand scheme of things, everything is one in the same, one cycle to another and back again. One with out the other is impossible and yet you humans still believe they are and can be viewed as separate. When you actually open your mind and see the truth, accept the power of what I have shown you here today, the Jotun and even Ægir would fear you, as you would rival even them with the might that lay dormant within yourselves but nooooo, your to busy trying to label and divided everything, even yourselves, race, beliefs, gender… when will you realize that there is nothing that creates the divide other than yourselves.”, Loki stands next to Thialfi and peers into the void glancing as a sight no other human has before, “Do you understand now Thialfi, will you put that poor mind to rest before you set it alight with all these ponderings ?”.

“I think so yes, I think I do see it no….”

With a blinding light Thialfi finds himself on the bank of the river Ífingr once more, “…ow”, he says out load to himself glancing to where Loki where he once stood, not to no avail for he is alone. In the distance Thor’s, voice bellows, “Thialfi?  Where in Helheim is that boy with my cloak?” Startled Thialfi jumps to his feet searching for the cloak and finds it hanging upon a tree branch, as he takes it off the branch he thinks to himself, “could I had been so deep in my dreams that … “, he glances to the river once more to see the salmon frolicking in the waters and he dashes toward Thor’s homestead, cloak in hand.

Written By D. Kay

Lineage – Prologue

Our story begins many many moons ago, in a far off land.

In a time when the old gods still ruled over the people of the lands.

In a time when myths were born and magic was alive in every living thing.

 

Now as to how all this came to be is a tale for another time, but for now I will be telling the story of how the Dragonwolf tribe was forged and how they would determine the fate of this world.

 

Now I know your sitting there thinking this guy is off his rocker and this is another one of those old maids stories, but I tell you this… There are those that have first hand knowledge of the events I am about to share with you, not all things die and time passes much differently to some of us

 

Now where was I, ahhhh the Dragonwolves…

 

Our story begins with a simple people, you would refer to them today as hunter/gatherers. Surviving in the mountains and lush forests of a land now known as Carpathia.

 

They lived their simple lives, struggling against nature and it’s beasts for survival. Until one faithful day, a loud crash was heard coming from the heavens as if thunder but no cloud could be seen. Then as their eyes fixed upon the skies they saw something falling from the heavens. It descended with such veracity that it left a sunken crater in the center of their humble village. The tribe’s people gathered around the crater and peered within. Very much scared and confused at what they might find within. They looked into the crater they were shocked at the sight before them. Laying there sprawled out in the crater, was a man, naked, scared and bleeding. His golden hair mated, and struggling to open his eyes revealed them to be blue as ice. There is man lay there, with such foreign features, and scars upon his back, barely clinging to life, or so it seemed.

 

While the tribe’s people were still trying to figure out exactly what they saw the old shaman of the tribe pushed his way through the huddled masses. He commanded that the stranger be taken to his hut. The tribesman too shocked and confused to argue did as they were told. They quickly gathered the man and carefully, under the watchful supervision of the shaman took him to the hut. For many days the shaman had locked him and the stranger away. Chanting could be heard echoing through the village at night as the shaman called upon the spirits of the ancestors to heal the stranger.

 

Finally the shaman emerged with the stranger by his side. No longer clinging to life but dressed in the tribe’s clothes. A air of power and authority surrounded him as they made their way to the chief’s hut. The tribe’s people sensing this radiating power quickly gathered along their path to the chief. The shaman needed to be constantly dismiss and remind them to make space for the stranger. The stranger seemed rather unperturbed by the attention he was getting; rather his focus lay on the chief and what lay ahead.

 

Finally they arrived at the chief’s hut and disappeared within as the entire tribe gathered outside. The tribe waited in anticipation to see what would happen. The entrance was guarded and non but the shaman and the stranger were allowed to have the audience with the chief. After what felt like a eternity the three emerged from the hut. With the whole tribe gathered before them the shaman declared that the coming of the stranger was foretold to him in a dream. The ancestors had foretold that the stranger would come and he would lead the tribe into a new age. The chief enthusiastically agreed with the shaman and proclaimed that as he did not have a heir, that this man sent from the ancestors would be his new son, and would be the next chief. The tribe exclaimed in joy to the news and accepted the stranger as one of their own.

 

The stranger then spoke, in a commanding voice in their own language. He explained to tribesman of his origins as best he could. He revealed to them that his name was Shamsiel and that he came from a land far to the south west. A barren land with a scorching sun and a desolate dessert. He was celestial being in service of the god which ruled there. As a celestial he possessed great power and knowledge. Being called from the celestial realm into the service of this god he had many duties over time. His final duty was to watch over this god’s people by living among them. He then told how he and his fellow watchers disobeyed their vows and began living with and helping the people instead of watching. This angered the god he and his comrades,they fell out of favor with the god. They were called back to the god’s realm to be reprimanded and imprisoned for their “crimes”. With the aid of another fallen brother and his wife he managed to escape to a place beyond the reach of the god’s powers. A place where he would be able to live in peace.

 

As time passed the chief grew older and passed away but Shamsiel remained ageless. As promised by the chief he became the new chief and leader of the tribe. The son of the shaman that saved him, Shamsiel bestowed great power and knowledge onto his line. He granted them extra ordinary long lives. The tribe he taught many secrets including the use of magic, agriculture, and weapons to aid in their hunts. The tribe flourished under his rule hidden in their valley. With their new found skills in magic and the hunt and weaponry, Shamsiel named the new tribe Bală~Lup, DragonWolf.

 

He took a wife and they bore many children. All of them were gifted with the abilities of their father, the sons adorned with golden hair and ice blue eyes. The daughters adorned raven black hair and emerald green eyes. Shamsiel shared the secrets of his knowledge with them of the celestial realms, magic. As well as the skills of a warrior celestial in the service of a benevolent god. The girls took to the magic as if they were made of magic themselves, while the boys took to the combat and hunting skills. And so the DragonWolf community was balanced, magic and strength in unison, and so flourished.

 

Generations passed and the god from the far off land’s power grew and so did the reach of his influence. Shamsiel was warned in a dream that he would come for him and his descendants, as punishment for his actions. Fearing more for the lives of his people than that of his own he gathered all his strength and created a amulet. The amulet bore a dragon wings spread wide with a wolf at her feet, overlooking the valley in which he had made his home. He split it into two halves the dragon and the wolf both separate, and gave them to the eldest of his children. The dragon to his daughter and the wolf to his son. The amulet would mask them from the coming threat, and so that at least some of his descendants would survive. He then fled to mountain at the border of their lands. He took refuge behind the waterfall of the mountain. He had hoped that if he was found he would be far enough from the tribe to save them with his sacrifice.

 

When the god’s soldiers found Shamsiel they bound him. They told him that they were under instruction to destroy the entire Dragonwolf tribe as well. Because of his influence and the knowledge he had shared with them. Shamsiel begged and pleaded with his once brothers to spare the lives of the innocents. The asked them to use their powers to merely erase the memories of him. His brother’s agreed to those terms as they did not particularly enjoy slaughtering the innocent. They imprisoned him within the mountain, in a cave behind the waterfall. They bound him in mystical chains to hold him until the end of times. Then sealed the mountain so that no other but one of their own, born of celestial blood, would be able to enter.

 

Then their attention turned to the village and the tribe. They descended from the heavens, with wings spread wide. They spoke in a language none had ever heard. A bright light blinded the tribe and then they fell to their knees and into a deep sleep. The following morning when the tribe awoke all memories of Shamsiel was erased from their minds. His existence, no one remembered their illustrious chief that fell from the heavens…

 

No one save for two, his eldest son and daughter. The two gifted with the amulets and infused with his spirit and power. Protected them from the spell. They alone knew the truth of their father and of their people. They become the leaders of the tribe and continued their father’s teachings.

 

Both could hear the voice of Shamsiel whispers in their minds. They would gather by the waterfall in times of need and in times they needed guidance. As generations passed, the waterfall became sacred ground. A place where only the chiefs – Shamsiel’s descendants would gather. Seeking answers from their self made god. The children of Shamsiel, half human, half celestial were blessed with his grasp and control of the magical realms as well as his prowess in combat.

 

Now all these events might seem surreal but for the most part went unnoticed by the outside world. They however of more significance then what was ever realized. Naamah and her mistress took careful notice of what had been unfolding. The events gave them a opportunity to finally fulfill her mistress’ plan. But for that to happen they would need the secrets Shamsiel had kept. The secrets that he had not even dared share with his tribe or his children. And the only way they would be able to get to him was through his children. Their blood combined with the amulets, would unlock Shamsiel’s prison for a brief time. Allowing access to Shamsiel’s timeless prison, not free him but to commune with him directly.

 

Naamah waited patiently for their faith and believes to wane. Using her mistress’ teachings of the darker arts and chaotic magic to interfere with Shamsiel’s whispers. She finally made her move, infiltrating the tribe as a traveling seer. Claiming to have heard Shamsiel’s voice when the tribe could not. She had come from a far land. Shamsiel’s voice guiding her to his children. They have lost their way and could no longer hear his whispers. The tribe being lost without their ‘god’, listened intently as she spun her web of deceit. She started to divide them. Turning them against on another . Hoping that once they were divided it would be easier for her to manipulate them into opening Shamsiel’s prison.

 

She finally managed to get the tribe to turn unto itself and split into two, the wolves and the dragons. She thought, ” Now is my chance!”, but soon realized that her plan was tragically flawed. Even though being dived weakened them and they would be more easily conquered, only united would they be able to unlock Shamsiel’s prison. Wounded by her fatal miscalculation she retreated into the shadows to pursue the other parts of her mistress’ plan. Shamsiel’s knowledge was a critical piece of the puzzle but one that would need to wait for now. She left behind flocks of black crows as spies. They were to keep her abreast of the tribe and their progress, in hopes that in time they would unify once more and in that moment she would strike. Until then she would leave them to their own devices and continue her mission.

 

Again many moons passed, so many so that the two tribes – the wolves and the dragons had forgotten why they were fighting. It had became so ingrained into them that they kept on. Other tribes had moved into the valley by now. They stayed well clear of the two warring tribes, for their power and battle acumen were legendary. The old ways mostly forgotten but certain traditions stayed. The eldest son of the wolves’ chief would receive the wolf amulet, and the eldest daughter of the dragons’ chief the dragon amulet. It seemed as if the two tribes would end up wiping each other out. But fate or Shamsiel or perhaps another diety, intervened on one faithful day.

 

The daughter of the dragons’ chief had been seeking spiritual guidance by the sacred waterfall. Since she would be the next to lead her people, she beckoned any one who would hear her, guidance to resolve the war plaguing her people. Alone in the wilderness she was attacked by a bear and would had surely died if not for the intervention of the Wolves’ chief’s son. He too had come to the waterfall seeking guidance for the future of his people. He had come just as the bear was attacking the Dragon maiden. He overpowered it risking his own life to save her. And then it was as if Aphrodite herself had laid hands upon them. The moment their eyes met, they knew that they loved one another. A meeting of twin souls. They had a torrent secret love affair for if their father’s or their own tribes people were to find out then there would surely be hell to pay.

 

So their love affair continued in secret. They were unified before the gods, in a secret wedding preformed by one of the neighboring tribe’s shaman’s. One day a huge battle ensued between the two tribes and both the chief’s fell in the heat of it. With their father’s passing, they would assume the roles of the leaders of their tribes. Through their love and union the two tribes would be joined together once more. Not all were happy with this in the beginning but as time passed, and Shamsiel’s whispers returned they knew that this was the way it was meant to be.

 

Shortly after that, they announced that they were with child. The tribe rejoiced with the news, all was as it should be. Naamah’s spies had quickly reported back to her of the recent happenings. She made her way back to the faithful valley to collect that piece of the puzzle that had eluded her for so long. With the tribe finally united she would have the means within her grasp to have a audience with Shamsiel. Though whatever means necessary she would find out the secrets he has so dearly kept for so many centuries. She went from one neighboring tribe to another. Inciting in them fear and hatred towards the Dragonwolf clan. For now that they were united surely they would mean to conquer the other tribes. To take all the lands for themselves. It wasn’t long before she had a army at her back, and it was time for her to strike.

 

The Dragonwolf tribe were overjoyed with the news of the birth of the daughter of the new unified tribe. Their joy was however short lived. On the eve of the girl’s first week and her naming ceremony both her parents had a prophetic warnings in the form of a dream. It was not their Ancestor and tribe’s father Shamsiel that came to them, but another god far to the west, named Hades.

 

He told them that the old gods’ power were waning and that the new gods with their following ever increasing had taken power of the counsel of god’s. One of these gods was the one Shamsiel had served in the past. With the secrets Shamsiel had of the god’s realm, it would mean the downfall of not only that god but of all creation. The death of the world tree itself. He warned them that there were dark chaotic primordial forces at work. That these dark gods who had ruled long before creation began, before the world tree and the nine realms. He warned that Naamah was coming with a army to slay all the Dragonwolf tribe. To take them to the scared waterfall, where they would be forced to unlock Shamsiel’s prison. Once she gains access, it would only be a matter of time before everything is lost. He left them with one last warning, that many of the old gods wanted to return to power and would destroy creation itself to achieve it. They long to have their power back and have joined Namaah, under promise of great rewards upon her victory. Many still do not want to see the fall of creation, and still stand against her. They must choose whom they trust very carefully as not all will be as it seems. The new gods are drunk with power. They do not heed the warnings given to them by the old gods. It is up to the two of them to determine the fate of creation. As their dream started to fade and they started to wake , Hades begged them to take their child and flee. To flee furthest reaches of the known world and never return to this place.

 

The two new parents woke up in terror with the images and words bestowed onto by Hades. They feared and contemplated on the recourse and actions they would need to take. After much deliberation and much painful debate it was decided. Both of them could not abandon their people in their time of need. The Dragon maiden would take a squad of guards, and the child and flee at the darkest time of the night. Using her magic to keep her hidden from Naamah and her spies. The Wolf warrior would remain and lead their people in the oncoming battle. When it is done, if he were to survive, he would find her, using their bond and be with her and their child. And so it came to pass that the Dragon maiden fled in the dark of night with the child, to the furthest reaches of the known world waiting for her love to join her.

 

At the break of dawn the following day the Wolf Warrior had rallied his people in the dead of night. Readying them for the battle to come. They were not prepared for the vast overwhelming numbers Naamah had brought up against them. The Dragonwolf’s last stand did not last very long. As all seemed lost the Wolf Warrior and his elite guard decided to withdraw and regroup. Attempting to save as many lives of the women and children as they could. It was during a sortie, accompanying a group of refugees that they were ambushed and the Wolf warrior received a mortal wound. One of the refugees, a young boy, a orphan who had joined their tribe recently, no more than twelve years of age, picked up the wolf warrior’s sword and slayed one of invaders as he was about to kill the Wolf warrior. Other Dragonwolf warriors arrived and slayed the remaining villains but it was to late for them to save their chief. The boy sat by the chief’s side as his life flame burnt low. The Wolf warrior mustering up his last strength and with his last breaths, took off his wolf amulet and placed it on the boy. He then cut his own hand, then grabbed the boy’s hand and cut it.

He then mutter the words,’ Blood of my blood, may the wolf live within you. With it’s guidance and strength ensure the survival of our people and our world. You are now my son, heir to the wolf….” With his last breath he held the boy in his arms and uttered, ‘ my son…. ‘

 

The Dragonwolf warriors looked at awe at the sight before them as a blinding light enveloped the boy. The Boy’s muse colored hair suddenly golden, and his hazel eyes now like sapphires. The warriors all knelt before him. Shamsiel’s whispers began to echo in the boy’s mind. Overwhelming him, as he fell to the ground unconscious. The warriors quickly snatched up the boy and fled into the forests. Naamah’s soldiers were close behind. They lay the boy in a crevice and stood to face their attackers but the but were soon overcome.

 

When the attackers reached the crevice where the boy had been hidden, he was gone. Stolen away by some unseen force. Naamah screamed out in frustration. Ankle deep in the blood of the battle surrounded by the fallen Dragonwolf tribesmen. Her plan had failed yet again. The Dragon Maiden was gone, and with her the child and the amulet. The wolf warrior had been slain and his amulet was missing. She had no way of opening Shamsiel’s prison. She screamed in rage slaying all those in her vicinity, even those whom had come to fight with her. After her outburst was contained and before the army turned on her, she faded away among the shadows. Leaving her agents behind once more to keep vigil.

 

The boy was stolen away by a Leshy, the green man also known as the man of the woods. A Celestial being in it’s own right, protector and guardian of the forest and all who dwell there. Being proficient in the ways of magic very few other beings are. He took the boy to protect it from harm and from being captured so not to be used by Naamah as part of her insidious schemes. He felt that within the boy a change had occurred. Some magic that the wolf warrior himself had not known he possessed. He had infused the boy with the spirit of the wolf and by doing so allowed the boy to take the form of a wolf when danger is near. This troubled the Leshy immensely. With the Dragonwolf tribe all but wiped out. The fire of fear in the neighboring tribes still burning high. and With Naamah’s crow spies all over the forest. Surely a half man half wolf roaming the forest would bring unnecessary attention and his capture or death would be imminent.

 

The Leshy did what he thought was the right thing to do. He hid the boy in a cave, near a tribe of nomads whom had made camp on the borders of the Dragonwolf’s land. He placed a spell on the boy to allow the boy to sleep until the last dragon is born. When the time had come for their destinies to be fulfilled. He then approached the nomadic tribe and offered them a bargain. Their people would be allowed to stay on these lands. To carry on the story of what had occurred here. To take the boy in as their own and teach him the way of the wolf and of his ancestors when the time came. In exchange, he would teach them the ways of magic he knew, and grant them the blessings and protection of the forest. The nomadic tribe could not refuse such a offer, not from one so near to a god as any other creature. They made their home there and continued to carry on the tradition of the story of what had happened in the valley below as told to them by the Leshy. Using the magics learned for healing and aiding anyone that needed it. Waiting faithfully for the time when the boy would awaken and the war for the survival of this realm would begin.

 

The Leshy too was contacted by Hades. He told him where the Dragon maiden, and her daughter were to be found. He taught a handful of females from the nomadic tribe great protection magic and divination. This band of female gypsies he sent to watch over the Dragon Maiden and her child, and their offspring. To protect them and when the time comes to offer them guidance and tutelage in the ways of magic and their ancestors.

 

And so it came to pass. Time ever moving and progressing. Reality became myth, became legends, became forgotten to all, save for the few still honoring their pact with the Leshy. The year is 2018 and the last dragon rises, and darkness and chaos are in close pursuit.