Between Elements: The Reminiscence of the Elementium: Chapter 1

The first chapter of the wandering Arctic Wolf....begins here...

## Chapter 1: The Deliberation of the Young Arctic Wolf and The Mark

He was found...

Nearly escaped the freezing death...

He was barely shivering...

He was finally saved....

The night continues to flow by, as the two arctic wolves left the small tundras...But what more was found, Zealot saved a young infant Arctic Wolf, and now he was in his warm and strong arms...Covered in a thick blue and gray blanket, the warmness was enveloped him.

The savior himself smiled as he look down at the infant wolf. He still couldn't believe it in his eyes, rather than just a denial that couldn't afford to such a waste.

The infant continued to snooze quietly and peacefully. That face and breed often recognize by that similar of a kin that he could bring a nostalgic smile. Most likely, if he had to remember from his past, he can just tell the story to the young one as well...

If he didn't him in the first place...All would bring to shame and sacrifice...but no more...

"We're nearly there...My apprentice, keep the child safe." Quarsac said, as he kept on walking towards the *village* he mentioned about awhile ago. He knew his directions that place would often be more authentic, rather than just stupidity or blind.

"I am, Master..." Zealot replied, as he followed behind his master while grasping the child on his arms. He looked down at the child again, exploring every skin, fur, and ear he could always recognize. Nothing much ordinary that he could see. Nor wanted to expect by until when they arrived...

Home...

Not long, after such a snowy walk from the small snowy tundras, and thick snowfields, they were finally arrived at a village of the Crisalyne Arceas...Even not long of when the other Arctic Wolves, questions and gatherings was occurring, even what the two needed to convene by later...

With Zealot, still holding onto the child he found, he finally went to his house, made of fireproof wood, and small parts of concrete. Even at a village like this, most of the houses were usually made of fireproof wood, but some had concrete.

His was nothing more ordinary like any other house everyone would recognize. But he had books...*a lot of books*...Simply because he's a scholar. Wise persons such as scholars like himself would always read books about anything that he can discover.

He then opened the door to his room, and there, he carefully and gently put the infant down on his comfortable bed. He sighed, after such a nightly and cold journey that he could put it out of his misery. Then again, he would find himself more anxious because of what he saw earlier.

As he sat on a chair, he then glanced to the infant wolf, who was sleeping under such a silent yet joyous moment. A part of him that he wanted to be more...More than anything that he could be....

He then walked up to the child, carefully as he go. He then sat beside the sleeping infant, as he bring himself a smile to him. He thought to himself silently as he watched the infant wolf.

*If it wasn't for me...the child would've known got himself froze...*

Not even to the point of when the thoughts of the child entered his mind. A part of him that he didn't want to disturb him, not even put a single touch to him...But he can't help it. Without wasting a second, he then uses his hands to remove the blanket off of him. He didn't want to disturb the infant wolf, so he took it off of him quietly and slowly...

But once when the blanket has been took...

A familiar mark on the infant's right arm has been with witnessed. Apparently, Zealot had taken noticed from it before his eyes were widened surprisingly. He felt himself intimidated...Not knowing of what the infant had brought more than just meets the eye...

He then glanced to him of when he fixed his eyes on the mark...an inverted star with runes written on his right arm. Still....he didn't want to touch at first...he just wanted to look at it...He still can't believe it...not even a single truth the glimpse he caught in his eyes...

With that, he then covered the mark with the infant's blanket! He was in disbelief...of what he saw...just from the young wolf...He thought it was just coincidence at first, but then words from his master entered his made mind....questions came into his head...

*H....how could this happen....It... can't be....*

Zealot as was confused! He would only thought for a moment that a part of him that he wanted to throw the child out of his home...but since he found him....he can't...and he didn't to bring harm to the child either...

He ran outside to the door, and shouted. "Master! There's something the child was wielding! You better come inside!"

Quarsac heard his voice almost near from him. He thought to himself it was something urgent, but it would be more....specific to his accurate thoughts. The elderly Arctic Wolf walked to his apprentice's home before he spoke up. "What is it, Zealot? Is there something wrong?"

Zealot stammered his words a little but he made it clearer for his master to understand. "N-no, there's nothing wrong about us. But there's more than that. I wanted you to see this....from the child..."

Despite being old, his eyes were widened a little, much to his surprise and in responsiveness. "Wh-What? What brings from the child? If so, then show me."

Zealot and nodded as he guided Quarsac to his room where the sleeping infant wolf was. The master himself followed his apprentice 'til they both entered. Needless to say, something was about to make the elderly wolf....

.....Surprised....and out of thoughts...

They both then went to the sleeping young wolf on Zealot's bed...They both glanced with each other and soon Zealot whispered to him.

"Th...there's something on his right arm...It's been covered..." The apprentice said.

Needless to say, Quarsac knelt one knee down...His eyes we're fixed on the sleeping wolf...he then grasped the blanket that was been on the infant's right arm and uncovered of what Zealot saw before....

That mark Zealot saw again...

Shortly, Quarsac eyes we're widened...he didn't even know what to say, or whatever else that might bring the young wolf cry. His eyes were fixed on his mark...raising his hand and softly touched mark that was been attached and bonded to the infant wolf...And all of the sudden, the mark start to glow...but weakly. He knew what of been had familiarized with, even back to his golden days when he was a young scholar.

Slowly covering the mark with the blanket again, he then stood up and glanced to his apprentice and whispered. "The Elementalio Auriamasterado...was been bonded to this young wolf..."

Zealot's eyes we're been undeniable, even to the truth of what they had even saw just like for the first time in their usual days. "Is...is that so...?"

Quarsac nodded in approval, much to his wise knowledge that had been brought up to him. "Mmm...perhaps we should be aware of this. Zealot, tell the other scholars to convene at the Halls of the Cervas. We need to deliberate, at once."

Zealot nodded in response. "Yes, Master. I'll be off."

As soon as the Zealot left the room and out of his house, Quarsac then glanced to the sleeping newborn, before he picked him up, covering with the infant's blanket to his body. He then thought to himself on what days could've more unexpected.

*In anyway that I doubt of this, I'll never bring the child harm...nor even left him in the middle of the cold...and in the middle of the cold no more...*

It was just a few minutes, and all the scholars have been assembled at the so-called "Halls of the Cervas". Many of scholars always have been there. Even in such of a quite a punctilious day.

Murmurs spread...

Eavesdropping was been all over the place...

And all in all the deliberation would more....anxious...

The large doors opened and all of the scholars were been ceased along with their whispers. Now, another one deliberation had yet to be argued with...

The master of the Crysalyne Scholars himself entered, along with the young infant wolf he carried on his arms, once again covered in his blue and gray blanket. The others were been surprised...except Zealot himself, as he then went to his master's side and sat beside him.

The deliberation was now about to begin...

"Welcome, my fellow scholars, welcome. All of our knowledge has yet to be combined in this very hall. Now, things that we had to understand, and to be completely unharmed. For what brings more in this deliberation, was about the young wolf himself..."

"And so it begins..." one of the scholars said, and the others nodded approval. There were many of scholars that driven by the same words when they started to deliberate. Not even in such a hastily moment.

One of them asked first, as all the others are all ears. "So what brings about the young child, Master?"

Quarsac recoiled a bit, but still speaking in truth with his wise knowledge. "Mmm...It seems the child happens to be wielding something....something strangely particular which it bonded to this child...."

All of the master's words apparently made the lower scholars himself murmured slightly. Coincidentally, it also made them both surprised and anxious..

Another scholar asked, puzzled by the elderly wolf's words. "Wh...what has bonded to him...? Is it from our studies that we learned from the past...?"

Quarsac gestured his hand as he spoke. "Zealot..."

The apprentice nodded before he spoke up. "Fortunately, yes...It has been cleared of what I've been encountered a few moments ago..." He then stood up before he came close to the infant wolf and soon picked him up. Now, he was in his arms...

Zealot sighed in distress. "Too long I have been realized that I find it unexpected, and too long that I even find most prevailed of among the studies that we even learned back in our golden days..."

"What do you mean...?"

Zealot sighed in distress once again, as he grasped the young wolf's thick blanket before he closed his eyes... "Behold, my dearest friends and scholars...The child who was wielding is..."

Zealot pulled the thick blanket...and soon the mark was been showed in front of the scholars...All of them we're surprised as they gasped....But some of them were such in disbelief...

"I...Is that...?"

"The...Mark of....Elementalio....Masterado..."

"H-how come...It has been bonded within the child...?"

Words had been echoed across the room, even for once in a lifetime, it felt even more difficult than it never was before...

"I...Impossible!" One of the scholars shouted in disbelief. "For a moment there, I thought it would be more conceivable! It was sadistic! This can't be true!"

Zealot opened his eyes as he growled. "You should've known better! Even in one such as this child, it is more than just conceivable! It is also prevailed in any matter of what all of us had been experienced! How can't you believe this?!"

"Only that I find it most imprecise of among the studies that we had learned at our early days!"

The two wolves began to shout as they argue each other. The other scholars were watching them....The master was still closed his eyes...Too long he had been always like this, but for a moment, he heard just about enough...his head jolted as he opens and shouted with only one word...

"*Silence!!!!*"

The words ceased....

The arguing was stopped...

There was silence....

The infant wolf was crying...Tears shed...

Zealot heard the young wolf crying in his arms... Quarsac's shout made the young wolf whimpered and cried hard. The others heard the same thing as well...Now all of them sounded broken up...

Quarsac sighed, before he turned to his apprentice. "Zealot, re-assure the child at your home, I'll take care of this. All of this must be explained under all my knowledge that I do best to be explained with...Now, go. You may now leave the Halls of the Cervas."

Zealot turned to the elderly wolf before he took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you, Master."

As followed, The apprentice, along the young wolf he carried, left the room. Leaving the room with scholars and the master full of silence...

The elderly wolf cleared his throat before he spoke up.

"Now...where were we...?"

As for Zealot himself as he went back to his house, he then closed the door quietly. Even in such a difficult moment, the arguing had worn off from his mind.

Now all he has left of what he heard is the young wolf still crying on his arms. Zealot sighed before he focused his attention on the crying infant. His gentle yet quiet words began to pour over the young wolf's ears.

"Shhh...It's alright, dear child. Now don't cry..." He said, as he starts cooing and rocking to cease the child's cry. Zealot then went to his room and sat down on his bed, yet he was still carrying the infant wolf in his arms.

Sooner after that, the crying stopped, and the apprentice smiled. He soon hear him sleeping, as he hoped..Gently, he then placed the young wolf on his bed. He felt himself finding a child sleeping was most calm and very comfortable. He smiled once more before he yawned...

He called himself for the night as he slept comfortably right beside to the young wolf...protectively...

The night calls as the bright moon glows down on the glacial areas of the Crisalyne Arceas. The night they called for another day has yet to come to the young one who wields the mark of the so-called "Elementalio Auriamasterado".

The day rises once again...with a sunrise going over the horizon. And yet, another mysterious day to negotiate the infant wolf and the mark of the Elementalio Auriamasterado.

*Working on it...*