As you enter the Ancient glade of Gnarled Trees, twisted with the Elements and age, you notice a lone figure sat in the flickering light cast by the flame of a small fire pit. The old man seems as withered by time as the trees which surround him, his skin is like leather and dark in the fire light, his hair is long, white and straight and tumbles over his shoulders and down his back, which is covered by a deerskin tunic. He beckons you forward and signals you to sit with him by the fire, you wait in silence for along time then just as you are about to speak, a tired, old sounding voice, crackles loudly around the glade. "Welcome cub it is good you have chosen to join us here in the Realms, I am the watcher, the gate keeper here and a guide to this Mystical place, you should know it is a land filled with adventure and danger are you willing to travel with me, but first you should know the history and myth of the land you walk" "The "REALM" is the land of the Mystical Shapeshifter wolf pack. It exists in a land that is "in between.", it is said it was formed at the dawning of time but here there is no time. It is a magickal place, in between the mundane world of man, and the "Otherworld" , a place where the veils are at the thinnest between the two. It is a beautiful and mystical place, that is ruled by the Lady of the Moon, and the Lord of the Hunt. In this land, beings of all kinds, of the "light" and of the "dark" walk beside each other. It is a place where there exists all forms of creatures, from fairy tales and myth : Faeries and Gnomes, Dwarves and Elves, Sylphs, and Undines, Salamanders and Trolls, Wizards, Witches, and of course, the Ents. Unicorns, Pegasus, Dragons, Griffins, Cyclops, Centaurs, Satyrs, Sirens, and Mermaids and many, many more.  The Realm is a land of wild and untamed beauty, like none ever before seen by human eyes, and those who stumble upon it, usually never leave to tell the tale. It is a land of danger and much lurks in the shadowy places that fill your nightmares, within this land little one, so you have to be brave of heart and loyal to your pack, are you willing to travel with me still, Cub". His voice no longer sounds old but booms the challenge to you that rattles the trees in the glade.

With a flick of his wrist the fire flares and you feel like you are soaring above the glade higher and higher, leaving your body behind you. You fly at great speed to the far Western coast of the 'Realms' to a place you know to be called Moeher, Great White Chalk Cliffs form massive barriers between Land and Water, towering up above the edge of the unending ocean, with the waves, crashing high, upon the gigantic rocks, a Huge, blood red coloured sun seems to be dropping down beyond the edge of the earth, to be seen no more, filling the expanse of water with a fiery glow..... Standing guard, upon the cliffs, is a Mystical Circle of Standing Stones, the Henge is large and holds the secrets of ancient rites that have been held here over the centuries, they emanate with a force of Celtic power, and magick, known only to a few these days, this is the Home of the White, and his pack.  The very air around the stones seems to shimmer, as you fly nearer and seems to warn you away. So you find yourself traveling East, towards the pack's main den, this area is vast open Fields filled with wildflowers, the wide open spaces stretch for as far as the eye can see, are filled with all forms of creatures grazing or at play, as you fly by you disturb a family of Unicorns drinking from one of the many brooks, and rivers, small and large, flowing down from the mountains. Small ponds and lakes form small oasis of lush growth throughout this plains area, where all manor of trees and plants can be found. As you continue on in your travels Eastward, the trees continue to become more dense and thicken, until you enter the ancient woodland of the pack, Lycan. Towards the middle of this woods, is the magickal grove, where the ancient, great, grandfather Oak tree stands proudly. Home of the Mystical Wolf Pack's main lair, the Grove is sacred. "And harm none" is the creed at all times here, no wolf will intentionally harm another within the Sacred confines of the grove. The packs laws are governed by the Alphas pair, Tala the Female and Tallanon the Male.  As you continue on your flight Eastward still further, the land becomes rolling hills as far as the eye can see. The hills are the home of many of the Mythical creature and no one truly knows how many species live within the hills of Sidhe. Here is where you will find, another favorite place where the wolves like to frolic, at the base of the mountains you can see a gigantic waterfall, known as the Crystal Falls, cascades down hundreds of feet, splashing into a deep crystal blue pool of water.... with lush foliage, trees and flowers, encompassing the entire perimeter. Behind the Waterfalls lies the second of the packs lairs, hidden from prying eyes in the Amethyst caves..  The Eastern most side of the "REALM" is marked by the Dragons Spur mountains, they received their name due to them looking like the jagged back ridges of a gigantic sleeping Dragon. Their Peaks are covered with permanent Ice Blue Snow and Within the mountains lower reaches, are many caves, where the Trolls, Cyclops, Giants and Ogres live. As you travel, up higher, into the mountain passes, this is where you will find the home of the Dark Elves and the foul creatures who call them friend. Danger lurks here and those that travel the Mountains should always be wary.  Then at the heights where all fear to tread, in caves so vast they seem like unblinking eyes in the surface of the mountains, the Dragons nest within the highest reaches. They are as old as the 'REALMS' and not to be upset by any but the most foolish of Cubs. As if by some strange pulling sensation you find you are once again by the fire, you feel you know this land you have been here before, the old man smiles softly, "Are you ready? There is more!"

With a flick of the wrist again you lift and this time you fly to the South, here lies the "Dark Woods" as the humans call it, once a dangerous place to the pack as Mankind do not understand them and hunt them for their reported sins, but due to the wiles of the pack, few men dare to enter the woods and fewer of those who have return to boast of it.  The superstitious mortals believe these woods to be haunted and cursed by  the Fae Folk, who they greatly fear, sadly for them they are correct in this assumption and the Woods are home to many types of Fae creatures. The stretch of woods is full of new growth and much younger than the other forests of the realm and it leads to the land of mortal men where the time period is the early part of the 15th century or Medieval England a place the pack visits from time to time. The wolf pack, has a quaint little cabin, at the edge of the these woods, on the border of the mortal's land. They periodically come here, for a "vacation" of sorts and to have a place to "change" so they are able to mingle unnoticed with the human world, for a short time, to enjoy the food and drink, of the mortal world and cause as much trouble as possible..........:)

The journey finally takes you to the Northern reaches, here you again see is wooded area, but far different to those you already witnessed.   The Forest here is corrupted with an Evil so strong it feels as if the life force is being sucked out of you, as you fly high above it. Your eyes cannot pierce the Inky blackness but you know things of Nightmares live within those woods, this is considered to be the "Forbidden Zone" by all of those who reside in the Realm. The Name given to them by the pack is The Wraith Woods as they are known to house all manor of undead creatures.                                                                The forest's plant life here, will strangle the life from you or drain the blood from you beating heart, the fiendish creatures that dwell there will devour your flesh and suck the marrow from your bones and the undead who reside there will dance with your soul for eternity.                                                                      No one truly knows, where it leads, though it is thought to lead to the desolate Widowmaker Marshes. Swamps and wastelands where dangerous unknown creatures and man eating plants dwell and fight for survival in the bottomless pools and quagmires. There is no known path through widowmaker and some think it is justt a myth, yet I know no one who has survived it and yet I know many who have tried.     What lies beyond that, it is open to speculation, it is said to lead to The Land of the Dead, where no living soul can return again, any who have dared to go there are already lost.

Now, my young one, this is the most important part...... Things have stayed much the same in the Realm over the many centuries, but now, things are changing, and the war of polarity has begun..... The BALANCE of Good, and Evil in the Realm, has been upset, and set asunder, by the Leader of the Dark Elves, who goes by the name of Darkor...... He is no longer content, to rule his Northern Mountain Realm.... Power, and Greed have consumed Him, and he wants to conquer, and wipe out ALL, that is Good, and of Light in The Realm........ To allow Darkness to rule, forever more..... He threatens to overtake the land, and turn all that is Good, to Darkness and Evil.......... You return with a flash back to your body, to find yourself curled up in the Main den of the pack, others stir as they watch over you.   An old voice full of strength says:   "Sleep for it was not a dream, rest now little one as you know have the knowledge of the "REALMS" and are considered welcome to this pack." Use this knowledge wisely.........   Tala & Tallanon~ August 2004