Chapter one
The birth of Asbjorn

Wimpers from a newborn cub were the only sounds in the winter den other then Viola's snoring.
As she hybernated her sides rose and fell in a deep sleep, her Dark brown fur keeping the Cub warm as it nursed through the winter.
The werebear Cub only just born had a long and hard journey before it, Something few have to deal with and even fewer still that could withstand it.

With the spring melt the wood came to life once more as if it to slumbered through the winter months, Viola and her cub werent the only things stirring in the morning light. The green wood was alive with creatures, some great like Viola and some small like a small mouse scurrying through the grass.
The melt brought cold water from the melting snow caps, down to a small lake in the wood, then out once more on its trip to the sea. a cycle older then any creature in the wood.
"Asbjorn, Stay where I can see you" called Viola to her excited cub.
"okay mommy" came the Cubs slightly distracted reply
Asbjorn was astounded by all the green, and all the life, the trees,rocks, and water all seemed so vivid and alive. she fancied that if she lisened really hard she could hear them speaking, whispering to one another.

several years went by, and Asbjorns love for the wood only grew. she would often find herself playing "forest guardian" protecting it from some evil or another.
the Trees and Rocks would be the sentinals, the water and impassable force, and the air would be the scouts. the creatures of the wood would be the villagers and she would be the protector, the mighty hero who would slay the evil and save everyone. she would pretend to have some epic battle with the evil master of the nightmare, defeating him, she could almost swear she heard the trees,rock, and even the babble of the streams cheering her on.

"Asbjorn, where are you!?" came her mothers cries, what was it this time more fishing lessons or berry gathering? but no her mothers voice seemed faint and frantic, something was wrong.
swiftly she sprinted through the wood silently, as she broke through the tree line and entered the clearing near the Den she saw what her mother was so frantic about, the Wood was on fire the den entrance was engulfed in flame as well! the trees where in agony Asbjorn could hear  the ones on fire writhing in agony and the ones not yet aflame begging to be doused in water, water! Asbjorn snapped to action, dashing back towards the lake she grabbed the drinking bucket beside the rocks and filled it, running back she was careful not to spill a drop and upon reentering the clearing she sould hear the trees begging her, there where to many of them and she needed to save her mother. 
throwing the water at the ground of the den entrace, the flames hissing in protest died down enough for the cub to charge in. the den was hot, dark and filled with smoke, but Asbjorn could see a form laying unmoving at the back of the fire baked den. kneeling beside Viola, Asbjorn knew as soon as she layed a paw on her mother that life had already fled, but that didn't stop the cub even as her heart sank and tears welled up in her eyes. 
"mommy! mommy please get up mommy!"   "mommy please get up, please  don't leave me!" the cub cried this had to be some dark dream some evil nightmare, how could her mother be gone. she was just a cub what would she do now?  Crying she pushed and pulled at her mother hoping beyond all hope that she wasn't dead, but her mother was lost to the darkness of death, a place the cub would surely follow as the fires roared beyond the entrance of the den and the heat and smoke once more strived to snuff out any life within, Asbjorn fell into darkness.

When she woke, it was in a cool place, someone knelt over her dabbing her brow with a wet cloth.
"Mommy?" she questioned as she struggled to stay awak and open her eyes, the smell of the fire clung to her fur making her head spin.
"I've never been called that before" came a voice she didn't recongnize and fear gripped her, where was she who was this caring for her and where was her mother! however all the worries started slipping away like she was falling, and she was in a sense. Falling back in to the bliss of unconsciousness.