Alternate realm (Alternate earth)

Mary stood in her cave, ready to strike for whatever may be coming around. She gripped Apollo, the small gem in the middle glowing fiercely like her eyes. Suddenly, a howl came from outside, and the girl cautiously went close. She looked through the waters, catching a glimpse of a patiently waiting wolf. It wasn't him. Where was he? She split the crashing water, waking upon the water and back onto land. She reached her hand towards the wolf, and he sniffed her hand.

"He's here.... Close. Isn't he?" She asked, watching as the wolf scratched his face with his paw then nodded lightly.

Troy watches as his body burst out of the bushes beside Mary, his eyes filled with pure ferocity.
"Prepare to die."
"Mary, run."
The other walks forward slowly, Troy powerless to stop what might happen next. His body lunges at the witch, claws gleaming and teeth showing.

"Lurking, I believe--!!" The sounds of crumpling bushes startled both her and the wolf. She raise her staff in a defensive position, only to blink in surprise of who had returned. "Troy....?"She began, about to step closer when the two voices argued. She stepped back, looking down towards the wolf, who had already rsprinted off and howling. It left her, leaving this beast with her.

"Troy, whats going on?"She began, wanting --No, Needing an answer. Just when the creatured pounced for her, a blur of black jumped from a sz formation and tackled the creature away from the witch. It was a wolf, a larger sized one than the one she was previously talking too. She watched them struggle for dominance, gripping the fabric of her scarf.

"Aiden! Stop, please!! You'll get hurt!!" Mary yelled, backing away from thee two's intense struggle. "Stop it!!"

"Please it's not me!"Troy yells as he draws blood from the wolf. He manages to break free and grab the knife, holding the blade to his chest.
"P-please, st-stop me..."Troy stutters.
"You evil witch, you deserved to be drawn, quartered and burned."
"...don't listen to him...me. I can't control him!"
Troy throws the knife away and charges at the wolf, his teeth sinking into it's neck.

"Aiden!!"

Mary's eyes widened as the scene enfolded before her eyes. The blood splattering as Aiden shook out of the grip and jumped away, his landing barely perfect. He collapsed, the large wolf form shrinking down with light to eventually take shape of a human. Aiden laid facedown, barely breatthing and unable to move or speak as he suffered. Mary rushed over, immediately tending to him, eyes blinded by tears. She slammed down her staff, eyes burning with blue as she sent the massive boulders around Troy to keep the beast within him confined till he calmed down.M The blonde returned to her friend, Her hands lighting up with green as she attempted to heal the gashes in his neck. Thankfully, Lycans can heal rather quickly, yet his wounds were fairly deep.

"J-Just, like... the beg--ining.."Aiden uttered, an eye peeking open to try and see the witch's expression. "Please, don't speak..." She murmured, pressing gently on the wound as it slowly closed up. His hand stretched out to grip her arm, a smile on his face as he felt the pain slowly slipping away from his neck.

"Q-Quit it, you'll pass out yourself.." He breathed, knowing the stains of blood were still evident. "Just, stop.."He

"What are we gonna do about...Troy, was it?"

Troy watches the boulders.
"Give up, leave and never return. You've no chance."Troy says.
"For now..."
He looks around him.
"Please let me help!"He yells, knowing they don't trust him because of the other. He prepares for the worst, just in case they don't believe it's him. Actually him.

Mary watched as Aiden attempted to get up. His wound was still healing, however it didn't mean he'd give up on helping. "Mary, did i scare you?"He asked, the weak, fragile voice of his managing to sound cocky. His voice box may take some time as well, for now, he'd crack anything to cheer the witch. "Mary?"

The girl stood, using the bottom of her staff to push Aiden down. "Stay." Aiden clenched his teeth for a moment, breathing heavily as the forceful push sent him down. He reached for her to come back, but instead, watched as she approached the boulders. "How can I be sure..?"The She asked, lifting one to look at the caged beast. It was a small crevice in which was large enough to show her figure, yet small enough to keep him from trying anything.

"How do you prove you'll refrain from hurting us?"

"Let me out. If I try anything..." Troy pauses, the silence seeming to go on for hours. "...kill me."
He awaits Mary's decision, looking at her and the stranger on the ground. The thoughts swirling in his head, why is he forced to be the keeper of the other, the one that wants to kill. Why is he the one?

Mary's eyes narrowed, the boulders one by one moving back to their place near the waterfall. She looked back at Aiden, who had given a light shake of his head, unsure if her decision was best. She turned back to Troy, "Tell me why?" She gripped her staff, knowing all she'd done for him was grant him safety and hospitality. Why had she deserved this treatment? Why had Aiden gotten himself hurt for this? She wanted answers now.

Troy looked at Mary.
"If you refer to attack, I don't know. You would have to ask the other about the motive, but I think he is just hell bent on violence..." He waits for an argument from his other but none came.
"...I am sorry for the trouble I have caused. Is there anything I could do to help or make up for my wrong doing?"

Mary shook her head, unknowing of what to request. "I just need to take care of Aiden right now..." She muttered, glancing back at the recovering lycan behind her. "Maybe you could gather some fruit... I'll need to cook soon for a meal... A stock up would be nice."

She walked away from her position, returning to Aiden who had been feeling up at his neck. The wound was heaked, however, the damage had been done and his neck was scarred. He looked up at her, grinning in the slightest to assure he was alright. Truthfully, his neck had still been hurting, and talking was a pain. "I'm alright."

"You're not..." She replied quietly. "Don't lie to me."

Troy walked slowly into the forest, determined to find the best fruit he could. While picking, he was filled with guilt, knowing that he was dangerous. But it wasn't him, it wasn't and he knew that for sure. Suddenly, whispers fill his ears, they chant and scream, a vision of jumping flames, what was happening to him? It stops and Troy shakes them from his thought and picks a large pile of assorted fruits. Apples, berries, every fruit he could find. He looks at them and is happy with what he has done, walking back to Mary and Aiden.