Battle of Spirits

The Griffin gave a tentative glance over his shoulder and saw its new host. "Don't fight and live in harmony" Mirza said nervously prior to investigating every lilliputian part of griffin.

~BAANNNGG~

Paying no heed to its new host, the griffin stomped the knocked wolf securing its dominance

~Aarrghhh~

The King vomited blood and fell nonchalantly. "Father!" The son jolted at his father and nuzzled him in the embrace. "Father answer me" Worried son kept calling his beloved father but the body was not answering with any response.

Meanwhile, Mirza Zephyr's consciousness inside his core was throbbing in pain. "Danm it, this pain is unbearable".  A reddish aura started to belch out of the wolf's mouth, as its existence inclined vividly. "What should I do? At this rate my heavy eared wolf spirit will die. But..." Mirza Zephyr pondered and paused for a second before his thoughts bolted in again. "But then this 7th grade Griffin will be my new spirit, it's a blessing!"

The Werewolf King said to himself, it was the moment the griffin raised its legs again to smash the wolf once and for all. Mirza silently did his work as an audience but as soon as his glander fell on the fallen wolf spirit his eyes began to redden. The exhausted look of heavy eared wolf fissured an old wound once again. The memories of that hapless time when his son Ezra came into the world assaulted like a vanguard cavalry, it was this heavy eared wolf spirit he had when he battled Duke Brownmane, the heavy eared wolf was severely injured back at that time as well.

An eruption of negative motions arose inside as he clamored in anger. "I SAID STOP!!" this time, Mirza Zephyr was behaving like a valorous valiant warrior in war ready to fulfill his vow of eradicating enemies. The willpower was unseen, there was a bright light in his eyes. The griffin came in front of the unflinching werewolf king and bowed. "I won't repeat it 3rd time, so listen carefully. Don't fight and live in harmony" The griffin closed his eyes and lowered its posture as if it was saying "As you wish, master".

Right after it, the body of Griffin started to glow, Mirza winced at the sudden glow and took a few steps back. After looking at the wolf, he found that both of the spirits were glowing. Griffin emitted a golden aura while the wolf spewed reddish one.

"They are merging, I never thought it would be this easy." His consciousness was suddenly sucked back to the outer world. He opened his eyes and saw his son, shedding tears. The King was about to touch Ezra's hair when a thrilling pain agonized him.

~AAHHHHHH~

A sky breaking painful cry, more than enough to send chills down the spines of Imperial Guards. The silver-haired head guard didn't wait for a second and rushed, it was prohibited for him to step into the regal graveyard. But that dire cry of King forced him to do so, he went inside while the rest of the Imperial Guards eagerly waited for his signal.

The man rushed inside the cave, following the strange surges of qi waves. He reached the end of the cave and saw the prince holding his father firmly while the King was trembling in agony. "Uncle Pol, come and help father." The silver-haired man with a face full of scars was Polard Whitefang, an old friend and companion of King Mirza Zephyr, vowing to protect the noble blood as head of imperial guards, he was also a werewolf but from a different family.

"Your majesty, what is happening? How did my liege become like this?" He asked as he dashed and held the king. "It's a long story Uncle Pol, for now only father can save himself. All we need to do is to hold him so he doesn't damage his body."

The blood oozed from the nose of King as he murmured something, Ezra Zephyr caught it and bend his neck to listen. "It's painful... I can not *cough cough* bear it. I want to sleep" the words he heard leapt at his heart.

"No father, you are not allowed to sleep. Think of me, think of mother. Our prayers are finally answered by Fenrir, we will rebuild the bloodfang kingdom. Hang in there father" The young werewolf prince anxiously cried each word.

On the other hand, Mirza's Body started to become numb. The physical and spiritual pain was way too much for him, a normal person would have died twice from such torment. Mirza Zephyr closed his eyes, the first picture that came to his mind was of Tania Inviastus, his pretty wife "I am sorry my love, I can no longer be with you. You have raised an amazing son."

The 2nd one to come was the handsome prince, Mirza chuckled "Haha, Ezra it's time for me to go. You are too mature for your age. Leave the Bloodfang Kingdom with your mother and live somewhere peaceful, hidden from the eyes of enemies. I bid you farewell." The King's pulse started to decrease gradually, his consciousness was almost faded when he heard something.

"Huh! What was that?" Mirza Zephyr opened his eyes, it was pitch black everywhere. "Hahaha," a peal of laughter came from somewhere.

"Who are you? Come forward!" The King warned.

"Hahaha," the same mocking laughter reverberated.

"I'm asking once again, who are you?" The King inquired indifferently.

"Poor Mirza Zephyr, still as pathetic and weak as before" the unknown man slurred.

"Shut up and show me yourself, are you too afraid to face me?" The King gibed back.

"Me afraid of you? This could be considered as the joke of the century." The man hidden in dark said.

Mirza Zephyr gritted his teeth in anger. "Then come forward and face me" Mirza heard the footsteps slowly coming towards him.

"I'll show myself if you give me an honest answer to my question" the man's feet were visible but still Mirza was unable to identify them, there was a strange burning feeling he felt but he couldn't gather the pieces. After all, what he was seeing was not real but a subconscious dream.

"What answer you seek?" asked Mirza.

The man came outside, his face was open to the light. Mirza Zephyr's eyes widened as that man spoke again. "Is that scar on your face still hurt? Haha, I draw it with a lot of exertion, my old friend."

"Duke Bruce Brownmane..." The Werewolf King muttered as horror engulfed his face.