Long ago, in a time immeasurable, there was a wolf named Luna.

She was, and still is, the moon goddess. Her fur glitters a shimmering silver. Her eyes are gems of palest blue. When she lifts her shining paw and traces it across the heavens, wonderful happenings occur.

It was one such movement that created Sylvera.

A small world, in comparison to the vast universe it lies in, and yet full of life and love and power. Luna created the freezing northern icecaps, the dense eastern forests, the swamps of the west and deserts of the south.

After that, after another time unknown, she lifted her silver paw again and created the Wylfven. The most powerful and intelligent beings in her universe.

There were ten of them, at first. They were of Flame and Sea, of Earth and Thunder, of Mystic and Glitter, of Aire and Toxic, and of Ice and Shadow. Each shone with a different Pelt, and they spoke that it was that Pelt that made them what they were.

But when they bred, another phenomenon occurred. Their kin were not born with Pelt, but without it, with only a dull grey to mark their plain fur. They were given a different name, a Numeryc, and were called the Peltless. The powerless ones.

But Luna promised that both name and Pelt would be delivered, soon. Each wolf had power. It just took time for that power to surface.

When this Peltless wolf reached around a year of age - sometimes before, sometimes after - he could expect to see a silver crescent upon his left paw. This marked the coming of his Pelt, and for his true power to be released. Luna decreed that this wolf should step inside a sacred pool she had created, and under the heavenly waters, he would receive what he had been promised.

And so it was, for generations. The ten Pelts lived at peace with each other, all born in the same way, all receiving different powers. Until the tension began to arise.

Some Pelts, such as Flame, claimed dominance, and announced that they should rule over Sylvera. Others, such as Glitter, were victims of discrimination, and fell steadily into slavery.

But in the end, it was Shadow that caused the trouble.

They were different. Their fur, black as the dimmest of nights, was said to foretell the darkness of their minds. They grew angry. Bloodthirsty. They became what wolves call evil.

That is where our story begins. With the trouble.

The Shadewylves.