Two months ago, far south from Altium City. In a snow covered forest a pack of wolves ran through the trees. Among them was a boy, wolf ears decorated his dark hair. Alongside him was a relatively large white wolf. The two ran together, looking for prey.

  The boy's name was Fenric, years ago he had come to this forest with his mother. He got separated from her and ended up among wolves. Over the next couple years Fenric went from a timid young boy to a strong and wild wolf, guided by his instincts.

  The wolf beside him, he had named Myrr. Ever since Fenric encountered the wolves, the two had been fast friends. She was his one and only true companion among all the wolves.

  Tonight, they had gone hunting, the monsters around the forest serving as their prey. Fenric and Myrr ran side by side, sniffing out the air for prey. As they ran, suddenly a figure came crashing down from above. A yeti had jumped straight into the middle of the pack, letting out a savage roar.

  Yetis were the apex predators of this forest, their giant size and natural power unparalleled in the forest. The wolves were no match, seeing their opponent most turned tail and ran. The pack scattered in all directions, Fenric and Myrr were no different.

  The yeti looked around and his bloodthirsty gaze locked onto Fenric. It ran after him with a speed that Fenric could barely keep up with. Myrr tried to attack the yeti but she was nnocked away with the wave of its hand. A whimped echoed through the forest as she clashed into a tree.

  Fenric ran for her and scooped the wolf in his arms, still running. He ran without looking back, putting everything into getting away from this yeti. He ducked behind a tree. his instincts flaring. A roar echoed from behind him and the tree Fenric ducked behind began to fall, the yeti's attack felling it.

  Fenric hurriedly kept running, beginning to zig zag through trees. It wasn't long before the yeti caught up again, its roars getting dangerously close. This time however Fenric had no place to run, he stood at the top of a cliffs edge.

  He looked down. his expression paling a little. Turning back around he saw the approaching yeti. His instincts screamed at him to do something, it was either fight or flight. Turning back to ghe cliff's edge Fenric's eyes sharpened. He set Myrr down on the ground as gently as he could to avoid agitating her injury.

  Turning back to the yeti, Fenric grit his teeth. His instincts threatened to overwhelm his reason and his mind began to turn red with rage. A low growl escaped his lips as he began to grow taller. His eyes shone in a predatory yellow as dark fur began spreading throughout his body.

  The yeti was just now reaching him when Fenric shot at it instead. His nails had grown into claws and they gleamed in the full moon as he attacked. The yeti let out a menacing roar as its massive hands came down on the approaching Fenric.

  Fenric didn't stop his attack though, without hesitation he ducked into the yeti's attack. His claws lashed out immediately, diagonal scars were left on the yeti's hide. Blood dripped from the deep wounds and the yeti just became angrier.

  Fenric backed away quickly, barely dodging the yeti's gollow up attack. Snow shot up from the ground as its fists clashed with the white earth. Fenric immediately shit back at the yeti, trying to take advantage of the opening .

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  His claws lashed out once more, this time targeting weak points. A long gash appeared on the crounched yeti's face, going through one eye. The partially blinded yeti let out a blood curdling roar, its anger boling over.

  The yeti began going on a rampage, attacking with even less reason than before. It punched and stomped ground. trying to get Fenric off of it. Only nothing worked, Fenric continued to use hit and run tactics to weaken the yeti. In a few minutes the yeti was kneeling on the ground, panting as blood trickled from its various wounds.

  Standing in front of the weakened yeti. a teanformed Fenric finished the job. He stabbed his claws up into the yeti's heart, grasping it in his clawed hand. A single squeeze later and the yeti was falling to the floor, dead.

  Fenric fell to his knees in exhaustion. His body slowly returned back to normal, his fur receding as his claws changed back to regular nails. Pants escaped from his lungs as he struggled to recover. He was slowly standing up when suddenly something appeared. Rising from a stary bush, a green light coalesced into the form of a man.

  Tattoos of animals and wild habitats covered His chest and He wore a talk antler crown on His head. The man was Sylas. God of The Wilds and Father of Beasts. He approached the standing Fenric with an unruly smile on His face.

  "Fenric! My son! You've finally awakened."

  Turning to face the man, a pressure assaulted Fenric. The unrestrained presence of a God rested on his shoulders and he fell to his knees before his father. Sylas looked him up and down, his gaze piercing into Fenric's very soul.

  "Good, you've grown well Fenric."

  As Sylas nodded to himself, the pressure on Fenric's shoulders suddenly vanished. He hesitatingly looked up at the man standing before him, a single question leaving his lips.

  "...Who are you?"

  Sylas turned to him with a cheeky smile.

  "I'm your father Fenric, Sylas God of The Wilds and Father of Beasts. You are a demigod, didn't you know? Your Divinity has been awakening for a few months now, it finally awoke tonight so I came to see you."

  Fenric's expression became extremely confused. He had no idea about his Divine origins. Hell, the last he'd seen his mother was at least seven years ago. Eventually he just gave up on trying to wrap his head around what Sylas was saying.

  Fenric just decided to accept it at face value. The two did look alike, why couldn't he be his father. There was no point in thinking about it too deeply.

  "My father is a God?... I mean alright, I guess. Who am I to argue with you?"

  Sylas nodded at his son his smile wide.

  "Yeah, I am your father and I am also a God. Anyway I came here to give you your Gift. I forgot to do it while you were a child and had no idea where you were until now."

  Fenric's expression was once again perplexed.

  "What's a Gift? Is it tasty?"

  A laugh escaped Sylas, caught off guard by his question.

  "No it's not tasty. A Gift is simething all Gods give to Their children. It can be many different things, a skill, a talent, an item etc. So what do you want? Anything is fine by me as long as it is within my power."

  Fenric fell silent, turning to his dying friend Myrr. Immediately he pointed at her and pleaded with his father.

  "Can you save Myrr? She's my friend, my only friend. I don't want her to die like this."

  Sylas turned to the wolf and nodded at his son.

  "Of course I can save her, I am the God of Beats after all."

  He raised a hand toward Myrr. Green energy condensed in his palm before floating over to Myrr. The energy seepes into her body, her wounds rapidly healing. She even seemed to grow even larger than before, becoming the size of a small mule.

  Sylas didn't only heal Myrr, under His divine direction Myrr was reforged, her body and soul improved. He connected her very soul to Fenric's, allowing her to reach his same potential and deepening their bond. A sturdy connection that even Gods wiuld struggle to break took root in their souls.

  As Myrr began to stand up, shaking her body. Sylas began to disappear, turning toward Fenric he spoke.

  "I will keep watching over you Fenric. This world is headed for some fun times, go north. Take your place on the main stage of this era."

  As his words fell Sylas scattered into dots of green energy. Fenric stood by, watching as his father left the scene. Myrr ran up to him with a happy expression, tail wagging. Fenric scratched her head and smiled. The two turned around and set off towards the north in search of their destiny.