Lethero started laughing. "Just like her mother, she is. Don't worry if you pick her up and put her down she won't wake up."

I catiously light Shadalina off my shoulders and placed her on the pillow next to my father. "I have to go see to some new recruits in the Militia."

Leothero was still watching shadlina when he noticed a note tied to her neck, where she would not notice. he picked it anmd read it.


Dear leothero,
I sent my daughter with this letter to you. I neever wanter from your sight or yeron's. Yall are the only two people i trust. She is not just the heir to the werecat thron, but her father was not the man you met. He was part human. He was the king. She is stuill a were cat, but can now look like a true human at will. Remember how it took me forever to recover from the shape shift, it does not require anything at all. Please keep her safe.

your freind,
catlina

I stood in front of the new recruits to the militia. I walked down the line of them, watching each one. "So you decided to join this Militia?"

"Yes sir," the recruits called.

"You want to protect your village?"

"Yes sir."

"You will listen to every single one of my direct orders."

"I will not," a soldier said.

I walked up to him. "What was that soldier?"

"I will not listen to you, you mindless beast."

"What did you call me, soldier!"

"A mindless beast."

"If you can not respect my rank, I will have you kicked out of this army."

"I'll go then, I can't stand being controled by a dumb beast as you."

"Go then, before I remove you from my sight." The man stormed off. "Anyone else have a problem with me."

"No sir."

Shadalina woke upsudnly and did not know where she was. She did the first thing that came to mind, look around. suddenly she saw yeron had left her on a pillow in a closed off room, beside another werewolf whom she died not know, so did not trusted. She quitly crwled under the bed, and changed into her cat form. She went threw the open door.

*Good grief. Lets see how far this one goes, shall we?* *I'm keeping Alje but i'm changing her looks a bit.*


Name: Alje
Age: 284
Race: Dragon
Gender: Female
Looks: Dragon- http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/122 ... _scale%3A5
Human- http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41159022/
Personality: Sarcastic, Sly, Mischievous, Fun Loving, Curious, and Wise. Has grown slightly darker (in personality).
Abilities: Has almost completely mastered magic under Raiana's training. Has kept in touch with her using her ability to communicate with the dead. Has also discovered a way to use black (or dark) magic without letting it consume her. Also, like all dragons, has the ability to breath fire.
Weapons: Both types of magic, claws, fire, and a sword and staff when she's not in dragon form.
Other: Is Raiana's apprentice and communes with her almost everyday.

Lethero stepped out of his house, going over to to Catlina's house, to pay his respects to his friend. He took a few steps before a shadow fell over him. He looked up and his eyes opened wide. He tried to run but a clawed foot caught him and pinned him down. A great head snaked down to grin at him.

"Hello Lethero."

"Alje?"

"No, a leprechaun."

"Alje...Jeez! You scared the living daylights outta me! You look different."

"Yea, a few spells gone wrong." She said, tilting her head so her reddish gold scales caught the sun.

"Well...you gonna let me up?"

"Depends if i feel like it."

Lethero sighed. "Can you let me up? This isn't the most comfortable position you've got me in." he complained. Alje sighed and let up.

"Hey, talked to Raiana lately? Haven't seen you in nearly fifty years."

"She's fine, i guess. What can i say, she's dead." Alje said, chuckling slightly.

"I dont believe you've met my grandson." Lethero said.

"What!? You?! A grandfather!? Jeez, who's the lucky lady?" Alje exclamined, laughing.

"Haha, yes very funny. C'mon, let me introduce you to him."

"Yeron," my grandfather called, "I got an old friend I want you to meet."

I ran over to him and when I saw what he was standng next to, I fell back a step. "A...a dragon."

"What, you never seen a dragon before?" the dragon asked.

"N...no," I stuttered.

"Yeron, don't be a coward, this is mmy friend, Ajle. Be careful though when she's coming out of the sky."

Ajle let out a laugh from her throat. "Sorry about that Lethero. You didn't age as slow as I did."

"Go about twenty years back, and I could probably taken it, but you have to learn, Ajle, I'm old. But I think my grandson learned not to call me that."

"So, Yeron," Ajle asked, "you make something of that peace your grandfather brought us creatures."

"I'm corprol in the village militia. I basically control it."

"Good."

"Let's go to my house, we can catch up on old times, Ajle."

"That sounds good."

Alje followed Lethero back to his house. "So...how ya been?"

"Oh, fine. Yeron here has been taking care of me." Lethero said, laughing slightly and ruffling Yeron's hair.

Alje laughed too and changed back into her human form. "Humans been giving you any trouble?"

"No, nothing really besides the occasional insult. But we don't get those often." Lethero said.

"Well, good. So...who's still here?" Alje asked.

Lethero grew sad. "Telayna just died, and so did Catlina."

"I'm so sorry. We will miss them."

"But...Catlina has a daughter and Telayna amd Sam had children and grandchildren."

"Ah. That's good." Alje said.

"So, where have you been these last fifty years?" Lethero asked, turning his head to look at her.

"Oh, around." Alje said evasively.

"Seen anyone else?"

"No."

*That's all i've got.*

"Mostly everyone is out and about," Lethero said, "from what I hear Fyra is in some caves though."

Ajle stared at my armor and weapon. "So what happen to the pack leader armor and sword."

"My dad has it," I said, "he's with the army now. It's my hope to join him there."

"So how did you come by this armor?"

"The is the pack leader's heir armor. The sword is from the Militia."

"He's making something of himself," Lethero chuckled. "He might, one day becoming something closer to being a king."

Georgia pulled another arrow from her quiver and shot at the target, hitting the direct middle of the bullseye.

"Good shot youngin," her grandmother Georgia said.

"Thank you gramma," she replied, pulling out another. "How has your day been?"

"The usual, trying to change my defult fourm."

"Gramma you are old, its time to let your body be old too."

"I know, but I miss the battles."

"Its been more than fifty years gramma, they wouldn't let you fight even if you were younger anymore."

"Really? Would they let you?"

"No, of course I've never tried to join the militia."

"You should."

"You're right." Georgia put her arrow back in her quiver and ran off.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks



Name - Eagle
Age - 20
Race - Dark elf
Gender - Male
Bio - Unknown
Weapons - Sword, bow, magic, etc

Erilan stabbed her dagger into a tree and let out a scream. Her grandmother was the one who helped her and trained her. Her father, Andrew, was with the army. She didn't even know if he was alive. She was so alone. She pulled her dagger out and walked out into the village. She leaned againt a wall and put her head between her knees.

Eagle yawned. He was bored and on the way to join the militia. Eagle looked up. Finally he reached the village.

Alje raised her head. "Who's that? She looks familiar."

"That's Erilan, Telayna's granddaughter." Yeron said, following Alje's gaze.

"She looks upset. C'mon, she just lost her grandmother. We should comfort her." Lethero said. They walked over.

Alje bent down beside the girl. "Hello."

"Erm...hi." the girl said, whipping tears from her eyes.

"I heard about your grandmother. I'm so sorry. She was a friend of mine...you see." Alje said, wrapping her arms around the girls shoulders.

"Really? Who are you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"I'm Alje."

"Alje...you're a dragon, right?"

"Yes."

"I've never met a dragon before." Erilan said.

"As far as i know, not many of you youngsters have." Alje said. She cast a quick glance at Lethero and Yeron.

"What kind of dragon are you?"

"Well..." Alje paused as she switched shapes. "I WAS a green dragon." she smiled slightly. "But, when i was learning magic, some of my spells went awry. This was the result." she said, letting the sun catch her redish gold scales. Lethero snickered behind her.

"Look who's laughing." Alje said, turning around and looking Lethero over. He only laughed harder. "Humpf. See you've learned no manners in these past fifty years."

Erilan started laughing and let out a snort. Everyone else laughed and she covered her reddening face.

"Well...hi Alje." Erilan said. She started feeling like she could trust the dragon. She stood up and looked around. She wish she had something to do.

*NO Idea what to do*

"I'd never think that Raiana teaching you would cause your scales to change," Lethero said.

"Well, I messed up, and now I'm this color," Ajle said.

"Sir," the luetenaint of the army said running over, "may I speak to you."

"Speak soldier," I said.

"We have a late arrival, sir. A Dark Elf by the name of Eagle."

"Thank you for the informaton, luetenaint. Have him go to the barracks."

"Yes, corprol."

"Corprol, huh," Ajle said, "I knew you were in the militia, but I didn't think you would be that high rank."

"I've been taught by the best; my grandfather."