The WolfSlave Saga

Part I  1000 years after the First Fall of Earth. = 3045 by the modern calender (BMC)

Valek and Blade Masters stood at the end of the short dirt road that led to their modest Victorian four bedroom ranch home. Their parents had built this place long ago with a group of Realm kids they fostered for a while. They boys had found names carved into the beams up in the attic.  It wasn't hard to figure out they were all the foster kids Jake and Cora Masters ever had.  It didn't take long for Blade and Valek Masters to add theirs and their sisters name into the beam as well.

They smiled as they looked on and felt the pride every big brother feels when their little brother or sister succeeds at doing something one teaches them. Their little sister had finally managed to maneuver the small goat pulled plow around mamas garden. To them she was the most beautiful thing in the world. A wondrous light in their normal, troubled teenage lives. There wasn't anything they wouldn't do for her. Their world was all about her and her world was all about them. Her first words had been their names. They had taught her everything, and their foster parents weren't even as important to her like her precious brothers.

She was wearing a green and blue sun-dress that looked as if she had taken a piece of the ocean and wrapped it around herself. The wolf hair choker from Fenris lay lopsided around
her neck. Green and blue were her brothers favorite colors, so she loved them too. She struggled with the small plow every so often stepping back and stomping her foot and shouting at it in a display of five year old anger. She always waited for them like this, doing
some kind of outside chore until they came home from school.

Their mother and father stood back by the barn watching the little girl plow up where the tomatoes were going to go. She never really paid much attention to their mother. It wasn't that she didn't love her mother and father, or that they never had a part in holding her or teaching her certain things. It was just that , in the girls mind, her boys were the brightest souls she could see. Everyone else looked dim and some were colorless. But not her boys. To her they were vibrant and welcoming and love. When they were not there she would go to their mother and sometimes their father too. But when it came down to it, she was all about her boys. Valek was the first to sense something wrong. It started like a cold steel rod entering his spine causing his whole body to go cold.

Blade then heard the hoof-beats only a second before they were knocked to the ground by a hooded man on a huge black horse. Blade came to his feet first holding an injured arm and started running with Valek only a half a step behind.

They shouted to their baby sister. The little girl turned toward her beloved brothers voices.

She gasped in shock as the brown steed leaped the fence and skidded to a stop in the soft dirt right in front of her throwing itshead back. She looked up in shock at the man that sat atop the huge brown horse. She saw his eyes were dark brown and murky like mud.  The little girl almost tripped as she tried to back away again as the horse reared up in front of her. She screamed as the man pulled her up on the horse in front of him. She screamed for her brothers again as the man kicked the horse hard and they went sailing over the other fence and off down the road and into the woods.  The two boys screamed for their sister as they watched the horse tear off up over the rise and out of sight into the trees. Blade fell to his knees beside his brother and screamed in anger and all the rage a teenage boy could hold.

Their baby sister was taken.

Their precious little Aylinn.

10000 years later

He stood on the balcony; his hands tight on the stone railing, his strong tight body rocking gently in his grief. The light of the moon shone off his black hair and the silver glow seemed to sparkle against his sweat soaked skin. His eyes were intense and scared. He stood almost.... defeated.

He couldn't save her.

He clinched his fists tightly cutting his palms with his nails and the pain couldn't compare or drown out the pain in his soul.

Now he could have saved her, he had the power now, but he couldn't then. He had only been a child himself, so young. What could he have done? This he knew.

But it didn't make a difference.  He carried this guilt with him for many years now and would continue to do so until he finally found her again.

He reached up to wipe the tears from his face and found his wrist held by delicate but strong fingers. He followed the arm up to dark almond shaped eyes, framed by thick black lashes and soft olive skin. Eyes that held a softness he had come to appreciate and love over the many hundreds of years he had known this woman. He turned to her. This beautiful woman who was the same age as HER. He could save this one. His oriental Princess. His
Emerald eyed prize.

She looked into his eyes and saw such pain, that her eyes too filled with tears of empathy. She felt it like a cold clammy energy around him. The tears rolled down her face.

Tears for him..

Tears for his pain... What ever that pain was, she would not ask, for it was his pain to bare and he bore it as if it were the weight of the entire heavy world. She gently brushed his tears away with her thumbs and placed a light gentle kiss on his trembling lips. Her warm sweet breath whispered gently over the damp cheeks of the man she held.  Her fingers gliding gently through his long dark hair and she felt his sigh all the way to her soul.

Such pain.....

As her lips rested on his, he lost the last shred of control he had been maintaining, and he began to sob. He fell to his knees and burred his face into his woman's soft stomach sobbing his heart out. He clung to her, groaning and screaming into her soft flesh. She looked up at the moon as tears ran freely and silently down her face. She stroked and held her master with all the love in her heart as her tears fell unnoticed on the top of his head. She looked back down at the dark head pressed to her middle and sighed heavily. She loved this man so. He had saved her life. When she had first seen him he was fighting one of the most ruthless and richest slave traders in all the Realms.  They were true warriors, their eyes flashing and their faces a mix of rage and concentration.  Their own private army faught around the group of slave girls.  Long story short they defeated the traders and the girls were brought to Masters Manor where they decided to stay and serve the brothers.  And now over 500 years later they were all still with their boys. 

“I couldn't save her, Sun.” he moaned.

Such pain....

There will be more to come.  This is just the first part of a very long story.  Thank you so much for reading.