Her life was in ruins as far as she could tell. The time of peace and happiness in her childhood had long since faded in her mind, a lost memory to be recalled only at the brink of death and not before. As in all stories, a time of horror had followed tranquility too quickly. After that all memories were too painful, too horrible to think about. Her parents had perished, her brother and sisters lost in the chaos that followed. They were probably dead. How had she escaped? She wasn't the bravest, the smartest or the strongest of the four. Jenygre was the bravest and strongest, probably the smartest as well. He had led their army - a small group of wolves from a world too used to peace - to defend their land, but they had been overrun and defeated all too soon. But he didn't give up, not he, the proud son of the alpha pair and heir of the pack. He rallied his diminishing forces and struck again, and again and again.

She had watched from above, on a cliff assumed safe and secret, with her two older sisters, safe from the fray. She had watched, and had done nothing, as her brother's forces were pushed back by the pure numbers of the attacking army. There was nothing she could do, but that didn't stop her from wishing she had done something. Her eyes never wandered from scene below them, and that was the mistake. Mioryfaw, the second eldest of their litter, had torn her gaze from the bloodshed barely in time to see one of the enemy leaping with shaggy, muscular forearms outstretched in attack. With water she attacked, all anger at her helplessness converted into power, letting out a snarl that served as a warning for the younger ones. Kaive had fled from the scene, Luiphris and Mioryfaw coming soon afterward. Though it had probably been reasonable that she should flee, it shamed her to think that she was the first to take flight, even though she could have hardly done anything to help.

They were nearing the borders of the world, running blindly in panic, before pursuers appeared in the distance. These beasts were stronger than anything they'd ever encountered, and ran faster and longer than even the wolves. Panic and stress had worn them out, but fear pushed them on. They were alone, yet still the beasts came after them. Why? Why had they been the targets? Kaive had guessed it then; they were being sought after because they were offspring of the alphas. They, if nobody else, must die. Tears stung her eyes as she staggered after her sisters. They would have all been caught if not for Mioryfaw, whose courage and determination for their escape amazed them all. She urged them on, sending out bursts of energy and attack at the beasts even as she herself stumbled. She reminded them of Jenygre, and thus they were able to press on.

Finally Kaive could stand it no longer, and fell victim to exhaustion and pain. She no longer felt terror, for her senses had been numbed. All she wished for now was sleep and rest, and the peace that came after death. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the beasts approaching, slowly now as if fearing deceit and ambush. They had nothing to worry about, not from Mioryfaw at the very least, for she too was drained of energy. Only Luiphris stood and glared in defiance now, as royal blood still surged through her veins. She still had fight left, for she hadn't used her energy as vigorously as Mioryfaw had. Her sapphire eyes flashed as she howled out her fury, striking out at the enemy with all the strength she could muster. Lightning, her specialty and favourite, smote down three of the beasts on the spot, paralyzed two of the stronger ones and wounded their leader.

After that they were left unchallenged, but none of them were able to move to safer areas nearer to the border. Luiphris' energy was spent, as was Mioryfaw's. Kaive had done no attacking, only fleeing, yet she was the youngest and could move no more than the others. For days they lay there, starving and thirsty but unable to hunt or seek water, wondering about the fate of their brother and people. Kaive lapsed in and out of conscious thought, sometimes hallucinating of happy times before. It was a nightmare. Too soon the beasts' grasp on the land grew, and their reach extended to the borders where the three sisters lay. With effort Mioryfaw summoned water, not to fight but to drink. She managed a few trickles, enough to drive away the worst of the thirst and revive them for the last journey.

They stumbled forward the best they could, the clamour of the enemy behind them always ringing in their ears. Kaive followed them with new determination, and for awhile they stuck together and hunted what small creatures they could find and catch. One day their luck ran out, and a new group of beasts appeared on the horizon. In a sudden burst of courage Mioryfaw and Luiphris stood their ground, and sent Kaive away to escape past the borders that were now finally within reach. The boundaries of their world were giving way, and now the journey to another world had to be made. Long after Kaive had stumbled off, the beasts arrived, and the Mioryfaw sent a sheet of Ice thundering over the land, covering the ground miles and miles around. Kaive's scent would never be picked up now.

Kaive knew nothing of what happened after she left, tears of shame blurring her vision as she stumbled forward the best she could. She felt useless, unworthy of escape when everyone else perished. Something, perhaps fate, drove her on, and in a spurt of luck she came upon the newly born land of Eternal Realm. She had a long life before her, much longer than she knew. Time passed differently in her world, and death wouldn't reach its inhabitants until centuries passed. Eternal Realm had no time at all, and no one grew old noticeably at all. And thus her life was preserved, until one day she left for another place, another world, and worked to fulfil the destiny laid out for her by fate. Her day of revenge would come, when she would make up for everything she hadn't done. Thus it was planned, and thus it would be.