With a flourish, what had so happened to be a silhouette, towered. It was Shadow, one of the Spirit’s chieftains. His muscular body was encased in metal iron, his mask was made from clockwork rust and animal spinal bones stood on his head like a crown. In his paw, he grasped a darkening black dagger. The street giants made a war cry to the other giants, in seconds the street was jammed with hundreds of giants of different colours, shapes and sizes.

When the battle had ended, many lifeless & gargantuan bodies lay down the alleyway and there was no sign of Shadow. With caution, Scar went back to the cabin with trembling knobbly knees, sweaty paws and a thumping heart after seeing such an intense fight. A strange coldness had crawled into him and gripped his soul. He was sure that Shadow would find him and his younger siblings.

By early morning, Scar, Sapphire and Scratch had left the Village Of Giants far behind and were heading to the Snow Storm Mountains. The journey took them around half a day so when they arrived it was the evening, they found themselves sheltering in the Cave Of Snow. The cave glistened in the dark and made  peculiar rumbling noises as if a frog was pouncing through its stomach. Sapphire was worried that the giants were close but Scar showed her the map and the route took them to the Snow Storm Mountains.

Outside the cave, a blizzard took place sweeping things here and there. Inside Sapphire made a homemade exotic salmon salad,since her and her siblings were hungry. Anxiously, Scar unraveled the one item his parents had given him before he set off on this life-ending journey. It was two miniscule, elvish blades that had the name “Moonpaw”. It glowed an odd navy blue in the hardly-lit cave. Even Scratch knew that it meant the giants were nearby.

The walls of the cave groaned and billowed until there was a dazzling flash of light and through the gap the giants poured. In a minute, the young  wolves were tangled in sticky thread that had come from a tamed blizzard silkworm. Scratch cried, Sapphire glared at the giants in dread and Scar struggled to hide Moonpaw’s blades so they’d have something to defend themselves with.

Too late! A familiar shadow squeezed inside the cave and the giants stepped aside. Shadow snarled at the wolves. “ Leaving the cave?” he hissed.”I guess not!” he added, snapping his fingers. Scampering forwards, the giants bundled into the snowy mountains and carried them to the Spirits hiding place, the Black Cavern. Inside, the Forest Queen grinned like a devil the said “ Shadow I see you’ve brought me young wolves,”.  He replied earnestly 

“ Yes, I did me queen with the help of the giants,”.

“ Shadow be a dear and bring the giants herbal tea,” she said with royalty in her voice. There the Spirits were sharpening there weapons and preparing for a battle. Baffled and terrified, Scar stared at Shadow. It looked like the army was waiting, waiting to attack the safe place – the rock caves of the Secret Chambers!