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The tale of Necka
The crying were of Racku

Necka didn’t know much about how it happened but blood now rushed from a bite wound on his arm as he stumbled through the woods lost in the wilderness. Usually the wolves of Isen were tame and avoided contact with humans but this one was berserk. The pain was unbearable as he tied a tornekit around his arm to slow the blood loss but he had already lost so much blood that this seemed pointless. It must have been around eight o clock now as the woods were growing dark, he’d been walking with no sense of direction for a day bleeding slowly but surely, Necka’s vision blurred as his strength failed him and he collapsed.

“Kid wake up”
Necka tried to find the source of the voice but before his eyes could focus a sharp pain shot across his face making him cringe in pain.
“Welcome back fuck face”
Necka’s eyes now snapped into focus and what he saw shook his very soul, large black scales seemed to cover most of the mighty dragon that now towered over the young human; the dragon grabbed Necka by the throat and lifted him till their eyes met. The dragon’s eyes seemed to burn an unnatural gold as he looked strait into Necka’s soul dropping him a few seconds later.
“Great I get stuck with a miserable little were”
Necka could hardly believe his ears but then looking back at his arm he noticed there was no wound now just a black patch of skin, a sure sign of a werewolf bite. Loads of thoughts ran through his mind as he looked at his arm as if betrayed, how would he tell his family, could he even tell them? The dragon turned to Necka and hit him again this time in the stomach.
“Your family has abandoned you; they were the ones who agreed to send you to Racku so stop thinking about crap like that. I saw them do it you know, your mother was repulsed to know her son was a were and so signed the papers in a second. Your now a prisoner like the furs you hate so much and you’ll have to work with them day after day until you die.”
Looking around Necka noticed the bars and realised the dragon was telling the truth, he was heading for Racku prison. Necka felt his world come crashing down as tears began to run down his face, the dragon seemed sickened by this and turned his back on the kid and looking at the surrounding land through the bars. It was late and the sun was about to disappear beyond the horizon turning the sky deep shades of red and gold before disappearing totally letting the stars dominate, the dragon seemed to find peace looking at the stars, it was almost like he had forgotten his troubles looking at them.
The night dragged on slowly as the two admired the landscape when suddenly the cart changed course heading around some trees to reveal they’re destination. The building seemed to be at least a mile from the outer wall, it was covered in dirt and grime, this was clear even from a distance.
“Mom why have you done this to me? I’ve always been a good kid, I never cause trouble.”
”I’m sure that many of the furs, Scarion's, Firelion's and Were's have done nothing and were still sent here to die. You humans sicken me; let us hope your werewolf side will change your view on the world before you die.”
The carriage pulled up to the outer wall and dumping the cage with Necka and the Dragon took of with great speed.
Necka looked about trying to figure out what would happen next when suddenly it grew dark and there was a strange sound coming from the other side of the wall. Necka listened intently trying to discern the sound but the dragon knew what was coming. The dragon folded his great wings and stood up staring at the top of the wall in anticipation, turning to Necka the dragon gave a toothy grin.
“Kid allow me to introduce you to the true guards of Racku.”
A dark cloud moved over the wall as he spoke, Necka knew in an instant what it was.
“No… not the shadow fae!”
It was a cloud of black fairies, they circled for a few more seconds before they swooped down and covered the cage swarming inside and covering the two with a blanket of thick mist that made them choke, Necka tried to wipe the mist from his face but the shadow fae grabbed his arms and legs restricting his movements. Necka’s breath was drawn short as a wave of sleep took him and he remembered no more.

Necka slowly opened his eyes fearing what he’d see as he remembered the vicious fairies, he was lying on a lower bunk bed in a dark room, a few candles were scattered about the place giving minimal lighting. There was a box of bandages in the corner and a toilet next to that, everything was rotten and covered in filth apart from the bandages. Necka’s head began to hurt as he remembered the attack in the cage and when he touched his nose he found it was bleeding and hurt badly.
“My nose, ouch! Man that hurts”
A voice came from above him and looking up he saw a Scarion warrior looking at him with a smirk.
“Well Ozma’s blessed me today that’s for sure. A new slave.”
Necka was frozen in fear as the Scarion jumped down from the top bunk, Necka knew that Were’s and Scarions were ancient rivals and were sworn to kill each other. It was obvious this Scarion worked out he had no fat on him what so ever and his muscles put most body builders to shame. His light green skin glistened in the light of the candles as he approached Necka with a mirror.
“Here… take a good look at yourself; you’ll never look this good again. You’re going to have ta fight and steal food. You’re going to get raped and beaten. But most of all you’re going to have ta survive.”
“Necka felt like breaking down but then a thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t act weak here or he’d be dead meat, he knew what happened to people in Racku and he wasn’t going to give up. Straitening his face Necka grabbed the mirror from the Scarion and gazed into it. Necka was only 16 and it showed even through the broken nose holding the mirror at arms length Necka checked for anymore damage.
Necka had long dark red hair down to his shoulders and he used to have pale blue eyes but now they were a shocking green colour that made him gasp a little, he was quite strong as he worked out with his dad every night but his clothes were poor, and old whitish grey shirt and dark brown trousers that were torn at the end and were a size to small. Necka kept looking back at his eyes and some of the new muscles that had appeared.
“My eyes. They’re different, they’re green now and I’m stronger than I was.”
Necka realised he was talking aloud and shot a glance over at the Scarion to see if he heard. He had been messing with a candle but at these words he spun around and stared deep into Necka’s eyes.
“A werewolf? Great, I get to hunt at last!”
The Scarion reached under the bed and pulled out two swords and handed one to Necka. Necka was terrified at how calm the Scarions voice was, “is he really going to hunt me down” these words kept on repeating in Necka’s mind as the Scarion picked up the were and through Necka outside the cell.
“Run! Little Were, I’ll give you two hours to get as far as possible. Then the hunt will begin.”
The cell slammed shut and Necka was left alone in the dark corridor, getting up Necka franticly ran through the twisting and turning corridors of Racku with no guide until he heard a sound. It was people and a lot of them from the sound of it, following the sound Necka ran as fast as he could, his lungs burning and sweat pouring down his face. He was close now, the corridor seemed to get lighter and more wide as he ran head first strait into a wooden door. The sound was definitely coming from the other side, maybe someone could help him, he had to try. Gripping the handle Necka slowly opened the door to a great hall lit up by a great roaring fire and filled with just about all the species of Isen. There were Firelion’s fighting over meat in the corner while the Scarions were talking about battle techniques, two dragons were having a deep discussion and one waved at Necka who realised it was the dragon from the cart. The normal Anthros seemed to just be talking about they’re day or playing card games and gambling as the Shadow fae flew over head attacking varied people who just seemed to ignore them. Necka stepped into the room and closed the door with a slam almost knocking it off its hinges; everyone stopped at the sound and turned to see the human with disgust in their eyes. Necka looked for an empty seat somewhere and finding one began to walk towards it, an anthro lion jumped to his feat and approached Necka with a smile on his face.
“You must be Necka, our new guest.”
“Guest?”
All the Anthros began to whisper and smirk to each other as the lion continued.
“Yes, we consider your kind guests here at Racku because it won’t be long before you check out, if you get my drift.”
The lion began to whisper now so everyone else in the room couldn’t hear.
“oh and if I were you I’d keep away from most of us furs as we have a tendency to be quite vicious and do nasty things to the new guys, especially humans”
Necka had had enough, he’d done nothing to these flee bags and they all looked at as if he was shit! Necka’s eyes flashed predatorily smile as fangs began to extend from his upper and lower jaw; his muscles seemed to bulge as he grabbed the lion by the neck and lifted him into the air. Everyone in the room froze as they witnessed Necka’s change, a tale now ripped through the back of his trousers and his ears began to change until it all stopped and he couldn’t continue the change any further. Pulling the lion so they were eye to eye Necka growled predatorily and said.
“Who said I was human?”
Dropping the lion Necka turned to the crowed who were now in complete silence (well apart from the dragons who had resumed they’re conversation).
“Does anyone else wana piece of me?”
Turning to leave Necka was stopped by one of the Scarions.
“That was very unwise, now everyone will know what you are.”
“I don’t care I deserve to be killed like the dog I am!”
Necka was disgusted with himself for even being a Werewolf; he wanted nothing more than to find the bastard that did this to him, rip out his heart and then kill himself for existing in this world. The Scarion opened the door and both of them walked back into the dark corridors together. Necka turned into one of the side tunnels only to get pulled back by the Scarion.
“If you’re being hunted wandering aimlessly is not very wise, follow me you can stay at my cell tonight”
“Why are you helping me? I thought Scarions and Werewolves hated each other! Are you going to kill me in my sleep? Do you want to torcher me?”
“Will you calm down? my name is Sarsha, I’m helping you because I don’t believe in all that warrior, hunter bullshit. I think that all races can co exist if we only try… life is precious and I hate to see it get destroyed.”
The Scarion must be female thought Necka as he followed her through the winding tunnels and corridors till they came to a cell much like the one before and went inside. Her cell was a lot cleaner than the last it had a box of bandages as well but it was nearly empty, there was a distinct smell in the air, one Necka had smelt before but he couldn’t quite remember where. Sarsha waved her hands over the candles and they lit instantly lighting the dim room so Necka could see more, there was a bunk bed in here too. The top bunk was quit neat and tidy but the bottom was covered in great stains. It didn’t take long for Necka to realise what went on in Racku.
Necka turned to look at Sarsha who was now quite embarrassed and couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s a mess but you can take the top bunk if you want.”
“Sarsha……do those guys………rape you?”
Sarsha didn’t answer she merely moved to the door and said.
“You must be hungry, I’ll get you something.”
She slipped out the door and left Necka alone. He looked around again and realised his arm was hurting, it was the sword. He had held it all this time; looking at it he noticed an inscription on the blade.

“Armies will fall, mountains will crumble, and seas will part when faced with true courage”

Description
The tale of Necka
The crying were of Racku

Necka didn’t know much about how it happened but blood now rushed from a bite wound on his arm as he stumbled through the woods lost in the wilderness. Usually the wolves of Isen were tame and avoided contact with humans but this one was berserk. The pain was unbearable as he tied a tornekit around his arm to slow the blood loss but he had already lost so much blood that this seemed pointless. It must have been around eight o clock now as the woods were growing dark, he’d been walking with no sense of direction for a day bleeding slowly but surely, Necka’s vision blurred as his strength failed him and he collapsed.

“Kid wake up”
Necka tried to find the source of the voice but before his eyes could focus a sharp pain shot across his face making him cringe in pain.
“Welcome back fuck face”
Necka’s eyes now snapped into focus and what he saw shook his very soul, large black scales seemed to cover most of the mighty dragon that now towered over the young human; the dragon grabbed Necka by the throat and lifted him till their eyes met. The dragon’s eyes seemed to burn an unnatural gold as he looked strait into Necka’s soul dropping him a few seconds later.
“Great I get stuck with a miserable little were”
Necka could hardly believe his ears but then looking back at his arm he noticed there was no wound now just a black patch of skin, a sure sign of a werewolf bite. Loads of thoughts ran through his mind as he looked at his arm as if betrayed, how would he tell his family, could he even tell them? The dragon turned to Necka and hit him again this time in the stomach.
“Your family has abandoned you; they were the ones who agreed to send you to Racku so stop thinking about crap like that. I saw them do it you know, your mother was repulsed to know her son was a were and so signed the papers in a second. Your now a prisoner like the furs you hate so much and you’ll have to work with them day after day until you die.”
Looking around Necka noticed the bars and realised the dragon was telling the truth, he was heading for Racku prison. Necka felt his world come crashing down as tears began to run down his face, the dragon seemed sickened by this and turned his back on the kid and looking at the surrounding land through the bars. It was late and the sun was about to disappear beyond the horizon turning the sky deep shades of red and gold before disappearing totally letting the stars dominate, the dragon seemed to find peace looking at the stars, it was almost like he had forgotten his troubles looking at them.
The night dragged on slowly as the two admired the landscape when suddenly the cart changed course heading around some trees to reveal they’re destination. The building seemed to be at least a mile from the outer wall, it was covered in dirt and grime, this was clear even from a distance.
“Mom why have you done this to me? I’ve always been a good kid, I never cause trouble.”
”I’m sure that many of the furs, Scarion's, Firelion's and Were's have done nothing and were still sent here to die. You humans sicken me; let us hope your werewolf side will change your view on the world before you die.”
The carriage pulled up to the outer wall and dumping the cage with Necka and the Dragon took of with great speed.
Necka looked about trying to figure out what would happen next when suddenly it grew dark and there was a strange sound coming from the other side of the wall. Necka listened intently trying to discern the sound but the dragon knew what was coming. The dragon folded his great wings and stood up staring at the top of the wall in anticipation, turning to Necka the dragon gave a toothy grin.
“Kid allow me to introduce you to the true guards of Racku.”
A dark cloud moved over the wall as he spoke, Necka knew in an instant what it was.
“No… not the shadow fae!”
It was a cloud of black fairies, they circled for a few more seconds before they swooped down and covered the cage swarming inside and covering the two with a blanket of thick mist that made them choke, Necka tried to wipe the mist from his face but the shadow fae grabbed his arms and legs restricting his movements. Necka’s breath was drawn short as a wave of sleep took him and he remembered no more.

Necka slowly opened his eyes fearing what he’d see as he remembered the vicious fairies, he was lying on a lower bunk bed in a dark room, a few candles were scattered about the place giving minimal lighting. There was a box of bandages in the corner and a toilet next to that, everything was rotten and covered in filth apart from the bandages. Necka’s head began to hurt as he remembered the attack in the cage and when he touched his nose he found it was bleeding and hurt badly.
“My nose, ouch! Man that hurts”
A voice came from above him and looking up he saw a Scarion warrior looking at him with a smirk.
“Well Ozma’s blessed me today that’s for sure. A new slave.”
Necka was frozen in fear as the Scarion jumped down from the top bunk, Necka knew that Were’s and Scarions were ancient rivals and were sworn to kill each other. It was obvious this Scarion worked out he had no fat on him what so ever and his muscles put most body builders to shame. His light green skin glistened in the light of the candles as he approached Necka with a mirror.
“Here… take a good look at yourself; you’ll never look this good again. You’re going to have ta fight and steal food. You’re going to get raped and beaten. But most of all you’re going to have ta survive.”
“Necka felt like breaking down but then a thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t act weak here or he’d be dead meat, he knew what happened to people in Racku and he wasn’t going to give up. Straitening his face Necka grabbed the mirror from the Scarion and gazed into it. Necka was only 16 and it showed even through the broken nose holding the mirror at arms length Necka checked for anymore damage.
Necka had long dark red hair down to his shoulders and he used to have pale blue eyes but now they were a shocking green colour that made him gasp a little, he was quite strong as he worked out with his dad every night but his clothes were poor, and old whitish grey shirt and dark brown trousers that were torn at the end and were a size to small. Necka kept looking back at his eyes and some of the new muscles that had appeared.
“My eyes. They’re different, they’re green now and I’m stronger than I was.”
Necka realised he was talking aloud and shot a glance over at the Scarion to see if he heard. He had been messing with a candle but at these words he spun around and stared deep into Necka’s eyes.
“A werewolf? Great, I get to hunt at last!”
The Scarion reached under the bed and pulled out two swords and handed one to Necka. Necka was terrified at how calm the Scarions voice was, “is he really going to hunt me down” these words kept on repeating in Necka’s mind as the Scarion picked up the were and through Necka outside the cell.
“Run! Little Were, I’ll give you two hours to get as far as possible. Then the hunt will begin.”
The cell slammed shut and Necka was left alone in the dark corridor, getting up Necka franticly ran through the twisting and turning corridors of Racku with no guide until he heard a sound. It was people and a lot of them from the sound of it, following the sound Necka ran as fast as he could, his lungs burning and sweat pouring down his face. He was close now, the corridor seemed to get lighter and more wide as he ran head first strait into a wooden door. The sound was definitely coming from the other side, maybe someone could help him, he had to try. Gripping the handle Necka slowly opened the door to a great hall lit up by a great roaring fire and filled with just about all the species of Isen. There were Firelion’s fighting over meat in the corner while the Scarions were talking about battle techniques, two dragons were having a deep discussion and one waved at Necka who realised it was the dragon from the cart. The normal Anthros seemed to just be talking about they’re day or playing card games and gambling as the Shadow fae flew over head attacking varied people who just seemed to ignore them. Necka stepped into the room and closed the door with a slam almost knocking it off its hinges; everyone stopped at the sound and turned to see the human with disgust in their eyes. Necka looked for an empty seat somewhere and finding one began to walk towards it, an anthro lion jumped to his feat and approached Necka with a smile on his face.
“You must be Necka, our new guest.”
“Guest?”
All the Anthros began to whisper and smirk to each other as the lion continued.
“Yes, we consider your kind guests here at Racku because it won’t be long before you check out, if you get my drift.”
The lion began to whisper now so everyone else in the room couldn’t hear.
“oh and if I were you I’d keep away from most of us furs as we have a tendency to be quite vicious and do nasty things to the new guys, especially humans”
Necka had had enough, he’d done nothing to these flee bags and they all looked at as if he was shit! Necka’s eyes flashed predatorily smile as fangs began to extend from his upper and lower jaw; his muscles seemed to bulge as he grabbed the lion by the neck and lifted him into the air. Everyone in the room froze as they witnessed Necka’s change, a tale now ripped through the back of his trousers and his ears began to change until it all stopped and he couldn’t continue the change any further. Pulling the lion so they were eye to eye Necka growled predatorily and said.
“Who said I was human?”
Dropping the lion Necka turned to the crowed who were now in complete silence (well apart from the dragons who had resumed they’re conversation).
“Does anyone else wana piece of me?”
Turning to leave Necka was stopped by one of the Scarions.
“That was very unwise, now everyone will know what you are.”
“I don’t care I deserve to be killed like the dog I am!”
Necka was disgusted with himself for even being a Werewolf; he wanted nothing more than to find the bastard that did this to him, rip out his heart and then kill himself for existing in this world. The Scarion opened the door and both of them walked back into the dark corridors together. Necka turned into one of the side tunnels only to get pulled back by the Scarion.
“If you’re being hunted wandering aimlessly is not very wise, follow me you can stay at my cell tonight”
“Why are you helping me? I thought Scarions and Werewolves hated each other! Are you going to kill me in my sleep? Do you want to torcher me?”
“Will you calm down? my name is Sarsha, I’m helping you because I don’t believe in all that warrior, hunter bullshit. I think that all races can co exist if we only try… life is precious and I hate to see it get destroyed.”
The Scarion must be female thought Necka as he followed her through the winding tunnels and corridors till they came to a cell much like the one before and went inside. Her cell was a lot cleaner than the last it had a box of bandages as well but it was nearly empty, there was a distinct smell in the air, one Necka had smelt before but he couldn’t quite remember where. Sarsha waved her hands over the candles and they lit instantly lighting the dim room so Necka could see more, there was a bunk bed in here too. The top bunk was quit neat and tidy but the bottom was covered in great stains. It didn’t take long for Necka to realise what went on in Racku.
Necka turned to look at Sarsha who was now quite embarrassed and couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s a mess but you can take the top bunk if you want.”
“Sarsha……do those guys………rape you?”
Sarsha didn’t answer she merely moved to the door and said.
“You must be hungry, I’ll get you something.”
She slipped out the door and left Necka alone. He looked around again and realised his arm was hurting, it was the sword. He had held it all this time; looking at it he noticed an inscription on the blade.

“Armies will fall, mountains will crumble, and seas will part when faced with true courage”