• It was a cold, moonless night. The stars were the only light source filling the dark sky. Down below, the woods overwhelmed the area, and deep in these woods, a lone wolf stood. The wolf gazed above, as if it were hoping the sky would reveal something of interest to it.
    However, this wolf was no ordinary wolf. His name was Conall, and he did not look like a member of any of the Wolf Clans. In the world, there were The Wolf Clans, which were divided by element, with each wolf’s appearance and abilities representing which Clan he or she would belong to. The Clans were Water; ruled by the Blue Wolves, Fire; ruled by the Red Wolves, Air; ruled by the Yellow Wolves, Earth; ruled by the Green Wolves, Light; ruled by the White Wolves, and Dark; ruled by the Black Wolves.
    Conall, however did not fit into any of these Clans, and, as a result, was ridiculed. His appearance was similar to that of the Light Clan’s, but at the same time, different. Indeed, Conall was a White Wolf, but he was more radiant than their pale white. In fact, his fur was so bright that Conall seemed to nearly blind the other wolves with his radiance, most commonly when the Sun shone upon his beautiful fur. Because of this, Conall was forced to live alone, wandering aimlessly through the woods and other locations, hiding from the others.
    So, on this night, Conall stood gazing at the stars, looking as if he were anxious for something to happen, because, indeed he was anxious for something to happen. Every night Conall followed this routine. Because, deep down, Conall wondered if perhaps he could someday meet what all wolves had been told in stories, they had many names… “The Borealis Lupus,” “The Ancients,” and most commonly, “Gods.” Conall wished to someday ask them why he was born so different… and the reasoning for this wish was simple.
    It started with a dream. Or at least that was what Conall called it, because this dream seemed almost too real for him to believe… This “dream” began as if it were a normal day for him. Conall was laying in his favorite hiding spot… an old abandoned hut in the middle of some secluded woods. As Conall lay in his favorite spot, his ears began to pick up a faint sound. It sounded like singing from far, far away. Conall decided to investigate what the sound could possibly be… perhaps an enemy?
    Slowly, Conall rose to his feet. He began to walk towards the door, from which he had entered from, which stood awkwardly hanging on a single hinge. As Conall approached the door, a strange feeling began to well up deep in his chest and he felt almost as if he were being pulled toward the sound. The sound got louder… it felt as if it were inside his head, this time, and caused Conall to whimper in pain briefly.
    Conall poked his head outside and carefully examined his surroundings, seeing no possible threats in the area. As Conall brought the rest of himself outside, he began to feel the sun’s strong rays warm his fur, creating a ripple of shivers down Conall’s back. Normally, he would enjoy the feeling, but at the time, Conall’s head was buzzing with the possibilities of what was causing the strange noise.
    Conall was an easy target to any approaching enemy at the time, because of his fur, which was glowing almost as bright as the sun, itself, giving away his location, as well as the fact that he was all by himself. Just then, Conall felt like the sound was above him… he slowly began to look above him, and was startled by what he saw... there, floating above him, appeared to be another wolf glowing in the same way as Conall. This wolf was also an elder female wolf, judging by Conall.
    Conall felt compelled to ask many questions of this other wolf… “Why do you come to my hideout? Surely, you are looking for someone of more importance, such as a Clan Leader… and I am neither a leader, nor am I a Clan member…” Conall said to the elder wolf. She puzzled Conall with her calm nature when she replied,” Indeed, Conall, you are not like them, however, there are others like you.” Conall was also puzzled by this statement, because he could not possibly see who else he could be like. “What, may I ask, am I, then, according to you?” Conall asked. The elder wolf began to smile again and calmly replied… “an angel.”