I had volunteered to be a part of this talent show and my son along with me. There wasn’t a lot for me to do anymore, not now that I was not alpha or alongside my sister. However, I figured it was time to spread a story I had heard some time ago. I hear the old wolf who had weaved this tale for me had passed and now I figured it was my time to do as we bards do and sing this song for others to hear too. It was in his memory I sing as well as singing for Moladion so that they learn of the history of our home. For we all share this land, this home. I stand in the valley now my son at my side he will dance while I sing I seat myself and lift my maw tilting my head back before releasing my howl to the forest around me in my wonderful tones that were inspired by the birds that were my friends of the past and the work of many years of practice.

My song begins when Moladion begins.

”Long ago before most all of us were even alive, the first wolves of Moladion came. Elated by these new empty lands they began to come quickly from lands beyond, strangers from all walks began to arrive working together and against to become our foundation, many of which are our old family, our ancestors. They discovered many things, but the first of which were the lands. They discovered a swamp they dubbed Heroma, Plains they call Remora, the Astra clearing, the deep woods, Indarus Thicket, a Waterfall they deemed would be Esperatia Falls, a large Lake they named Japeras both fed by a River the decided to call Amaia Creek. These were the free lands of old, the lands they met, fought, and gathered in with no boundaries. Packs too were different in the past, though the foundations of many the same.” My notes die off before rising up again as I describe the foundations of the first packs of Old Moladion.

”The first packs were Solevion, Litherum, Juldia, Mirovis, Casteon, Trenus, Paracon, Scotavia, and Ferrine. Some have been well talked of others quietly spoken of by families of the past, wolves who were loyal to the old homes.

Solevion was the mountain pack, its peaks high and still standing, its founder a wolf named Aragon who called himself the Solar King. He vanished suddenly and his pack went to Siegos and Ashthore, lovers and rulers together. As the world works they later fell to Boneclaw. Boneclaw and her mate, Thunderbone ruled for a long time until Solevion was no more and The Kreed Keeper and Primodial Queen were taken from us as well.

Litherum was another founding pack that was created. Lithium surely chose the name for this land of himself. The Oceanfront pack went through many leaders, going to first to his son Anthrax and his mate Fiera, then being taken by the Succubus Fatality, then to the more noble Soldat and his mate Chasca, then lastly to the Sea Shepherd Starshade who had it until the fall. A beautiful land I am told that rivals the land that is now similar to it today.

Judila was the rapid river pack, that constantly changed paws. It was more unsettled than the river itself but was created by a wolfess named Cambria, who died soon after the birth of her children. Upon her death, the pack emptied for a time. A flood purged it. When it came back Wydra took over but, so many times it was passed and fought over, far too many times to keep count to know the names of each. Mostly among family and past rulers who fought and warred over its lands. Some wolves remembered to have owned it in these tremulous times were Asenic, Corbyn and Apollimi, Jaidah, and Abraxus. By the end, a wolf named Cobryn the Enforcer, who fought for the lands a few times to keep his hold on it, kept it until the land's destruction.

Mirovis, the forest cave pack, was next to be started by Dancer. Like Judila the forest cave pack was passed many times and warred over by many wolves to keep their lands. Dancer lost his home and many fought for it. The names passed were Lucian a few times, Desoto, Ruvindra, Hyperion and last, Raziel the shadow Prince of Mirovis. He owned the lands until the Forest Cave pack were no more with the fall, along with him.

Casteon was perhaps the most peaceful pack of them all. It had one leader and one leader alone. But the dessert wasn’t exactly the most desirable of places, Sinister and his mate Soul Eater made it their home. The pack did not last long, as it was such a rough land to live on and not aided by the environment it was empty before the fall even happened.

Trenus is one most have already heard of. The Plateau pack was originally taken by the Golden Queen Wilflaed and her imprint and mate, Zelda. The first rulers of their kind the All-Mother and All-Father ruled for some time before the flood took her mate and illness took her after. Upon the Queen’s death, Bahamut took up the mantle with his imprint-mate, Jaye his own home taken by the flood. Bahamut vanished when the imprint illness affected him, leaving Jaye to rule alone only she was then challenged by Wild Justice. She went missing for a time, and Heyel the Assassin King, came calling to take the highlands with his mate Zeivah and they ruled together until the fall.

The Ravine pack of Paracon was founded by a female by the name of Butterfly. The Silver Queen later was challenged and taken over by Halo though his rule also was not long lasted until Ares took over. He ruled for a time until Devil May Cry took over. He earned his title as the Undefeated Samurai King, defeating any who tried to challenge him. He owned them until the fall and he himself continued to live long past it.

Scotavia! The Spartan Pack only kept males within its walls. It was controlled all along by Bahamut and his blood. He ruled with his son Fenrir, then his son Demetri on his own, then he and his son Weylin both ruled together again. The land went through a lot and also little change, the only pack to stay in one family for a long time. He ruled until the fall but he didn’t make it but his son Weylin did.

The last pack was the Amazon pack. Ferrine. The opposite to the Spartans this pack only allowed the women to enter and rule. Reina was the first to rule, the Andromache though vanished leaving a female named Malfuction to rule in her stead. Arsenic took over after that and later was defeated by Bloodstone the Bloody baroness. She was the last ruler of the Amazon Pack until she and the land were obliterated by the fall.

So many packs and a lot of history. Too much for me to include in one song. I know much is missed but the packs and their histories are important to us all. Other things happened throughout these years, other things important in the ways. Terrible things happened in Old Moladion things that broke imprints and caused many to ache. My tones grow somber as I explore the darker series of events.

”The illness mentioned shattered the imprints and made those that experienced it very ill. Many died from the shattering of their imprints, those who lived could find ones anew. It came quickly afflicting all the lands. Some lost their minds from the sickness. Some were fine as it slowly shattered the bond of something that was already missing. Some recovered slowly from this, finding new imprints and giving new life. Times were hard then, but peace followed for a time, with only small disasters here and there. Survivable, workable things that wolves survived and defeated…. but then the next great disaster happened. The flood killed and destroyed many lives and lands. It was the most disastrous thing that the Lands of Old Moladion survived. Packs were destroyed and emptied out. Displaced many wolves and killed many leaders. This was a reset of many lands. It forced wolves who maybe not had come together to work together. Once the floods cleared some lands were not fixable, but Moladion wolves are a hardy kind. They kept working, kept loving and fighting for their beliefs. And again things returned to normal in time…. but then the worst thing of all happened, many years later. The meteor fall.” I allowed silence and stillness to set then, my body felt cold.

”The calamity appeared in the sky. Many rushed to collect and keep their family and imprints together. Many were too late, too slow in their escapes. Many alpha’s perished with their lands, hope was lost and the lands destroyed and shattered. Pups, elderly, healthy. This calamity knew no gender, age or health. It only knew destruction. So many families destroyed, so much history lost. Hawthorn, Yojimbo and Indus gathered and lead the wolves of Old Moladion helping to save many along with the help of many others. They led the exodus of Moladion.” I looked to the ground. ”Though wolves escaped that was the end of Moladion. The end of all the lands of old and homes of many. Those who lived had this burned into their memory. The utter terror and sadness that clung to them for years after. It was good-bye for years, all hope was not lost but the land could not sustain wolves any longer, it was the end.”

I let the first half of my song end. I bow my head and then silently shuffle off. I will let others go if there are others. If not I will take a short break to let those that gathered reminisce about their own families and histories and stories. New Moladion, the hope would be my next song.