The Prophecy

 When the war has lasted 18 years... the starlit moths take flight.

   When Jamaa is soaked in blood and death...       paws of destiny arise.

       The arctic wolf of forest green, tree-bark brown with a destiny.

   Midnight black, winged black bear, visions of the destiny.

        Tribes of Jamaa, within a destiny. Jamaa's in trouble... paws of destiny arrive.

         Phantoms: Will they thrive... or will they die? Only paws, claws, wings of destiny know.

       Mt. Shiveer, Sarepia, Crystal Sands... destiny, life... is coming.

Prologue

1, 000 years ago...

The tiger, TNT, also Flamethrower's great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, held the first Phantom's ashes to the cheering crowd. Well, the Phantom was almost, almost dead. It's true last words were: "My generation will haunt you... we get you. Soon." Then, it disintegrated. TNT walked away, and so did the now-quiet crowd. "Really, I heard the Phantom's ashes say something!" Soul, the lemur, said. "Ha!" Soul's friend, Idk, scoffed. "You were just imagining!" Soul looked very offended. "I heard it!!!!" she spat back. "Alright," Idk groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I think it said its generation is going to haunt us." Soul added. Idk nodded doubtlessly. "You're right." he agreed. "Yes."

                                    (Damn, this is SHORT!)

Chapter 1: The Vision

"Perfect!" Peanut said proudly, as he finished painting his room with his favorite color, Pantone 448C, which is a dark, swampy, brown. I, Daring Forestwolf, the arctic wolf, groaned. My pet bear Peanut is VERY ridiculous sometimes! I had painted my room Cosmic Latte, (No, not actual latte dipped in stardust, if that's what you were thinking!) a pale tan, like coffee with cream. Okay, I'm not going to lecture you on exotic colors. When we entered Spirit, the lemur's, room which was a bright yellow, Deathstalker, the xanthophobic (Xanthophobia is the fear of the color yellow!) Phantom, fled. 

When we walked to the center of my pack's maze of caves, we found Frostjaw, also an arctic wolf, polishing the Mira statue. Mira was a gray heron, but also a guardian spirit trapped in the world of Phantoms. The Mira statue had its wing spread wide, ready to take flight. When Frostjaw finished polishing it, the marble Mira statue glittered like diamonds. "Like it?" Frostjaw asked. "Like it!" I said, circling the glittering statue in awe.

"'Sup?" Clawsight, the black dragon bear with white star patterns, asked. Suddenly, she crumpled to the ground. We all rushed over. I was the first one there. "Pulse is okay." I said, putting my paw on Clawsight's heart. She started saying some words, in a voice nothing like her own, blank, white eyes staring at us. "Phantoms, will over the world... finally. Soon, we will be gone, Phantoms cheer 'Hooray!'" Her eyes returned to normal, and she sat up, rubbing her head.

"What's wrong?" Frostjaw asked, still clutching the cloth. "I don't know. I had nightmares about this before... but nothing--none of my visions--came out as words." Clawsight sighed. "You can have visions?!" I said, wide-eyed. "Yes," Clawsight said regretfully. "Don't tell anyone, except people you trust. That vision thing will aim for you next, as my nightmares tell me, Daring Forestwolf."

"Wait... did you say anything about Phantoms?" I asked, eyes shining, mischievous grin on my snout. "Yes," Clawsight said. "Uh-oh," Deathstalker whispered to Spirit. "Sounds like a capital "L" and capital "I" Lame Idea!" Spirit shifted her feet. "What do you have?" 

"Well, I'm planning to shove the Phantoms into explosives, and then... we win!" I grinned from ear-to-ear.

"Knew it!" Frostjaw said.

"So?" Dusk, the pitch-black night dragon asked. "So?" he repeated. "So we can send it on Instagram!" I said, smiling. Dusk groaned. "I already sent that one of you almost getting killed by a Phantom out there!" I smirked. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" Dusk howled. "Delete it!" He lunged for my phone, and I pulled it out of reach. "Nope, tsk, tsk. What's so wrong about that?" I said, as Dusk's head hit the floor.

"No tin," Dusk groaned, rubbing his head. "Just REALLY embarrassing stuff in there." I smiled. "So no need to delete it!" Peanut walked in. "Guys, I just received an email from my girlfriend, Smore. It said that Phantoms were heading our way, so we should hide, and take out our weapons to battle the Phantoms." he said nervously.

"Or... just give 'em a boring lecture about what 1+1 is!" I said, rubbing my paws.

"That is your way." Clawsight said.

Chapter 2: Into the Forest

"So," Dusk said in a no-nonsense military battle voice. "What does the vision mean? And is that true?" Peanut sighed uncomfortably. "Well, she says 'I think saw them, but let's prepare to be safe.'" I shifted nervously. "Well, what does that mean? Do we go check?" Frostjaw shrugged. "Let's go outside and see."

"Alright." I said, as I headed to the door. I sat by it, pointing to a slip of paper in the crack. "Look." I whispered.

It was a scroll, tucked inside.

Dusk pulled it out, and handed it to me. "Alright," I said, opening the scroll. "It says 'As the battle dawns, we are standing idle, unaware of the threats that face us, nor a fate that can't be ignored.'"

"What does that mean?" Peanut asked. "There is a chance it doesn't mean anything." Dusk said. "Yup." Frostjaw agreed. "But what if it DOES mean something?" Clawsight and Spirit said at the same time. "Welp," I sighed. "Let's check it out."

We headed out the door, and into Sarepia Forest. It was utterly silent, not even the snapping of a branch, the sound of the river, or the chirps of birds broke the silence. It was calm and creepy at the same time. Then, we heard a branch snapping behind us. Soon, a chorus of snapping followed.

We were so worried it was a hoard of Phantoms, ready to drive spears through our hearts, and give the corpses to their queen. The snapping came closer, and I was deciding between killing myself, or let the Phantoms kill me. I hadn't made my decision when the source of the snapping, three koalas, one pink, one blue, and one green, came. "Hey," the green one said casually. "I'm Kiwi."

"I'm Minko." the pink one added. "And I'm Ruky!" the blue one finished, evident pride in his voice. "Hey, Ruky! Don't brag!" Minko scolded, nudging him. "We like adventures," Kiwi said shyly. "We never had a big, super exciting one before."

"Well, we could use some help." Spirit admitted, shuffling her feet. "Let's visit our panda friend, and his tribe, in the heart of Sarepia Forest! We'll show ya the way to his hut!" Ruky and Minko said, waving us over. We followed, leaving the edge, and heading for the heart of the forest.

"So," I said, as I stepped over a log. "Is this some sort of old, hidden, mysterious tribe I heard about?" Kiwi stopped, shuffling her feet regretfully, as if she thought I was evil, and would attack the village, but Minko and Ruky gave a glance that said she should tell me. "C'mon, please tell me. I'm not a traitor!" I snapped, guessing her thoughts.

"Alright," Kiwi started explaining. "It's so secret. There are precious metals and weapons. Hundreds of years ago, before the dark Phantoms came, the village was public, but after the Phantoms came, they decided to keep it hidden. Now please don't tell anyone, because if you get executed with their poison-electric chair, it ain't my fault."

"OK," I said.

Chapter 3: The Seven Tribes of Jamaa

"History: Complicated. Items: Precious and powerful. Execution: Painful. Location: Hidden. Locals: Nice." I murmured, taking notes in my notebook. Kiwi peeked over my shoulder, then said, "That's right!" I saw her, and quickly pulled my notebook out of her sight. "We're here!" Minko announced, as we arrived at a huge, heart-shaped wall. "There is the door!" Ruky exclaimed, running towards a part of the wall. When I looked closer, I saw the faint outline of hinges. "Look," Ruky said, pointing at the hinges, "the door is kept secret so Phantoms will have a harder, and longer, time to get in, so, the Pawtecs have time to attack."

"Uh-huh..." I mused, as Ruky pulled open the door with a creak. "So, we needa go to our Pawtec friend, Aztec's, hut." Minko said, walking in. The huts were made of mud and straw, and some weird blue-ish glue, I still haven't figured out.

We stopped at a hut that was bigger than the others, and had a sign with a scroll on it. "This is the library," Kiwi explained. "Our friend Aztec also lives here, on the top floor."

"So, who is this Aztec animal I'm hearing about?" Clawsight asked. "He's our friend, you dragon bear." Ruky said. "Oh. What animal?" Spirit added. "Panda." Minko answered, picking an orange off its branch. "Tan and brown," she muttered, chewing.

"Ooooooh!" my adopted little brother, Fintail, exclaimed. "Me meety new friend!" We went inside the library, looking at the ancient scrolls. After a while, Kiwi called us up. "How does this go?" Dusk asked, waving his tail. "I know the seven tribes of Jamaa. The Pawtecs are one of them," Aztec, a tan and brown panda, with a maroon feather crown, armbands, belt and necklace, explained. "The tribes are: Pawtecs, Cottonfurs, Starges, Spottontails, Talonclaws, Alcequoas, and Nebulats. They live in isolation, long forgotten by other Jammers." Dusk looked at his scarred, scratched, patched-up wing. "Well, let's just hope there's no Darkshock."

"What's Darkshock, sissy?" Fintail asked, tugging on my paw. "Nothing, my dear," I replied. "Darkshock, Darkshock, Darkshock, Darkshock." Fintail echoed playfully. "Actually, really creepy," Dusk said.

"It's when Phantoms join together and work hard to cause destruction." Fintail looked pleased. "Well, my fierce sissy will kick their tentacles, till they leave!" he announced.

I groaned. Fintail was always bragging about how good I was when it came to Phantoms."Well, my dear, I'm not as mighty as you think." I said. Just then, Spirit let out a shriek...

Dusk

Chapter 4: Darkshock

I glanced over, and saw the first symptoms of Darkshock. It was a small pod of Phantoms attacking us. One grabbed Dusk, raked his underbelly, slimy tentacles raking softer scales. Then, the Phantom tossed Dusk to his partner, and the Phantom threw Dusk, with all its might, into the hard, stone wall. Dusk crumpled to the floor, wings ripped, tail flopped lifelessly around his talons.

"Dusk!" Goldy, a tiny golden dragon, howled. "Are you dead?" Goldy ran to Dusk's side, lifting his wings and twisting her tail around Dusk's. "He's fine," I said, leaving the "I hope" part out. Goldy looked at Dusk for one quiet, sad minute, and hissed at the Phantoms. "I'll take care of 'em for you, Dusk." she muttered.