A/N: Hello everyone. :D I am big fan of A/O and have been reading a lot of stories right here. Few weeks ago I came with an idea of a story, so I decided that I could try and write something. This is my first story ever and would be grateful if you could tell what's wrong and what's right and what you think overall of it. I have already planned out some chapters in the future if I am to continue with this story. Anyway, here goes nothing.

In the beginning there were wolves. Proud, fierce and intelligent. And they roamed the world of Reicalgnea for ages uncounted.

But then an age of ice fell upon the world. And only the strongest and most agile of the wolves survived. But the coldness of the glaciers changed the wolves in every way possible. The Ice went to the deepest corners of their hearts. The wolves became one with the Ice, they gained power and control over it.

Then, the Felcugas came, beasts as from the hell itself. Their bodies were similar to wolves, but they had scales of crimson red, razor sharp teeth, horned heads with abyss black eyes that would scare even the bravest. Their tails with sharp pointy spikes. And they hadn't come in piece.

The two races warred much. For centuries blood was spilled, bones were broken and lives were lost. In the end, after a terrible losses, Felcugas lost and were banished from the world. Nobody knew if anyone had survived.

Until now...

"That, my son, is your past, present and future. Carry your origin with pride, as you are last one of us…"