• The battle field was strewen with bodies of rebels and empire soldiers. more rebels had died than soldiers in the fight though. The empire had won again and it was because of us. The rebel group would still be fighting if the army had not ambushed them. The only way they were even able to do that was because of us.

    My friend, Winter, a wolf shape-shifter, and I worked on tracking down the rebel forces for the empire. The two of us made up the Midnight Mercinaries. Our job was to track down rebel groups so the empire could destroy them. After the battle I would send WInter down to look for any survivors from the rebel side so I could save them and build up our team.

    I have a special gift that allows me to heal mortal wounds with just one touch. I can not, however, bring people back to life so don't even think about it!

    I was tired of working for the empire but I had to keep my plans a secret. Our job became a coverup for my recruiting project. Just then lone howl rose up from the battle field. I jumped down from the tree branch I had been sitting on and headed towards the howl where I knew Winter would be waiting for me.

    I found her in her wolf form, sitting next to a boy that was obviously the fallen leader of the rebels that had been defeated. He was covered in his own blood and there was a huge hole in his chest where the blood was pouring out of his body with no end in sight. His blood was pooling around him on the already blood soaked grass.

    "He's hanging on to life," Winter said coolly. I could clearly see that what she had said was true. The boy's breath was coming in short, rasping, strained gasps. He was dying, but would it be a good idea to save him? Did this rebel really deserve to live when his comrades did not?

    He deserved to live as much as I did. If I did save him he would carry the deaths of his companions just as I carried mine.

    "Well, are you going to save him or not," Winter asked in a voice that was as cold as the winter winds. Her voice had startled me but I did not let her see that.

    "I might as well," I replied without emotion.

    I slowly knelt down onto the bloody grass and placed my right hand on the boy's bleeding chest. When I closed my eyes my, now bloody, hand began to glow brightly. I could slowly feel his breathing return to normal a long with his heart beat.

    When I opened my eyes my hand was no longer laying on a gaping wound in the boy's chest. I quickly jerked my hand away from his chest, knowing that my reaction had sparked Winter's interest.

    "So is he alive," she asked. All I could do was nod in reply. The boy's appearance after I had healed him had got me thinking. He was perfect for our group if I could get him to join us.

    "You going to wait here until he wakes up," Winter asked. Again I nodded in reply.

    "Then I better go get some supplies and meet you at the tree," she said as she flashed a wolfish grin.

    "Why would you meet me at the tree that over looks this battle field," I asked.

    "I know you can't stand being on any battle field after the battle is over," she replied as she began to bound away from me.

    I must admit that Winter was right about me and battle fields. I couldn't stand being on battle fields for long periods of time. I slowly picked the boy up in my arms and headed towards the tree I had been sitting in when Winter had found him.