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Beacon country was founded by The Hale family 100 years ago, and in all that time, the little town stood peaceful and the only country town that had a few cases of petty theft and no murders or no missing people. Generation after generation the Hales' protective Beacon Hills, from the supernatural and kept the peace and balance in the country of beacon. From time to time the divine would come down from the Silver City and Mount Olympus to training. Hales' are all know to keep way from the Mountain-ash field in the preserve while they trained.
In 1990 the family welcome to a new pup. His willpower and humanity was far greater than any being, it was something even the gods took notice of. When he was 7 months old, he had been his first full moon run while he was strapped to his father's chest. Unknown to the old wolf the pup instructed him to go left then right straight into a mountain-ash barrier, where the god's children gathered for a tournament that happens every ten years.
The whole pack watched, the pup watched with his eyes wide open stared at only one divine being, she was beautiful long flowing bronze hair, tall lean athletic body, she looked to be in her teens, with the tiara and wearing a gladiator suit with a white lighting blot on the armure of the suit, looking every bit of the warrior that she was, strong, fast, a goddess. Standing next to her was another, a female, long blond hair with the long slender tone body of athletic. She to wears a Gladiator uniform but on her armour plate was red thunder.
Wolfs watch in aww, the way the warriors moved, the way they remove obstacles in their way and the way they anticipated their opponents move. It was almost like a graceful dance, spinning, jumping sliding dodging any obstacles that are thrown at them unexpected, unplanned and yet they managed to avoid every single one of them all while anticipated the opponent's move before they moved. Fighting side by side how they had trusted each other to get out of the others strike in middle of a fight with the enemy.
The final was quite a Spectacle, the two women up against each other both powerful equally matched. Stubborn, very competitive and neither like to lose. But the girls went blow to blow strike to strike, match every defensive every offence that each had played against the other. Neither one back down, when one went on the offensive and when one went on the defensive than the other found herself on the back foot somehow they were able to reverse the rolls. Then the one with the Tiara on her head, she saw her opening and took the final blow without hesitate to take the victory.
The tournament took most of the night now it was time for the pack to return home. The newest member of the Pack had watched the whole tournament with his eyes wide open never taking his eyes of the Victorious one. Unable to speak unable to express what he was feeling what he was sensing what he was smelling to all he knew, but all he knew was that he needed to be next to this girl. He wondered if he will ever see her again, it felt like there something missing inside of him when she wasn't around.