The White Star Chronicles XI:Wrath of the Hell Wolf Wyvern

A snowstrom was raging thorugh the tundra. The harrowing cold and the knife-sharp winds took their toll on the hunters, and one or two had died of hypothermia along the way, collapsing into the snow-and the others had no choice but to leave them there. All of this was made worse by the fact that Sensei Arashi was no longer here to cheer everyone up. Along the journey, he had told them all so many exciting stories about so many monsters and even his own past expeiences. But no longer. He was dead. And that hit home hard

Night was approaching.

Out of the blue, Gale suddenly started haemorrhaging and hypervetilating. The fire was reaching her heart. On the verge of panicing, Mizu fratically set her down on the snow. The group gathered around. "What are we supposed to do!?" He yelled, distressed. Rakurai, Shinji and Jinsoku looked worried. "Wait." He said flatly. "Everyone!" He shouted. "Concentrate all your thought on Gurētosutōmu! Pray to him...for Gale...he is her last hope." He muttered solemnly. Everyone locked hands in a circle of pure hope, and looked up to the sky. And waited.



Gale lay in limbo, awake once again.

"You are dying, Gale. The fire is reaching your heart faster than anticipated."

"...Now what?"

"They...they are praying to me. Begging me to save you. Normally, I could do nothing of the sort. But when a Wyrm is prayed to...they can heal...for a good cause..."

"So...you're gonna...save me?"

"Yes. It will drain my power considerably, forcing me into a more Dragon-like form, like the White Star's. But that boy...you have no idea how much he loves you."

"I know."

"Until we meet again...Gale Kaze."

Suddenly the grey sky above Gale turned bright white. She reached out to touch the light. And...



(unfinished)