Walking under different stars
Posted: April 30th, 2020, 7:43 am
The night seemed like any other during early spring. It's chilly, but not cold and the new moon made the stars seem brighter. However, normalcy is overated near a town built by ghost. A deep wolf's howl that sounded like a massive creature broke the silence. A strange crackling noise followed as a small void opened up in reality. Suddenly, a beautiful human woman appeared then the gap in existence closed as a huge black wolf followed behind her. "I am sorry Nedira. Madrin's final request may seem foolish to you, but you must live on as your entire clan wished. My power is nearly depleted I can help no more than as a reminder of the past. You are now the last of your clan do them honor in your new life." With those words the great wolf god Kir rapidly shrunk becoming a tattoo that covered the upper half of her back.
Once the black wolf was gone she dropped to her knees and began to cry. "Why father, I would've gladly died by your side? Perhaps with my help we could've defeated Gethe the demon of darkness forever? Now I may never know if the Blackwolf clan won, you stubborn man." Her tears continued to fall for awhile until she had none left in her.
Then, she looked in her gear for three leather strips of the right size for what she had in mind. "The first is for you father." The woman grabbed a third of her hair and meticulously braided it. "Second, is for clan Blackwolf." Another handful of hair of roughly the same amount was sculpted with care. "Last is for the rest of the world's people I left behind. Too never forget any of them." Her third braid finished her living monument.
With that the young warrior stood with pride. "I better find a sizable city so I can exchange my coin for local currency." She left the clearing she had appeared in until she found a road. She had no idea which direction to head so she closed her eyes and began to sing. "By land and sky show me where my fate lyes." Keeping her eyes closed she spun around three times and began to walk. After about ten minutes she opened her sight to the world again. Nothing in her past experiences could prepare her for what she saw. It was a bunch of strangely built buildings that didn’t seem quite right. Worst of all ghost were everywhere. Had she actually died rather than been saved?
Once the black wolf was gone she dropped to her knees and began to cry. "Why father, I would've gladly died by your side? Perhaps with my help we could've defeated Gethe the demon of darkness forever? Now I may never know if the Blackwolf clan won, you stubborn man." Her tears continued to fall for awhile until she had none left in her.
Then, she looked in her gear for three leather strips of the right size for what she had in mind. "The first is for you father." The woman grabbed a third of her hair and meticulously braided it. "Second, is for clan Blackwolf." Another handful of hair of roughly the same amount was sculpted with care. "Last is for the rest of the world's people I left behind. Too never forget any of them." Her third braid finished her living monument.
With that the young warrior stood with pride. "I better find a sizable city so I can exchange my coin for local currency." She left the clearing she had appeared in until she found a road. She had no idea which direction to head so she closed her eyes and began to sing. "By land and sky show me where my fate lyes." Keeping her eyes closed she spun around three times and began to walk. After about ten minutes she opened her sight to the world again. Nothing in her past experiences could prepare her for what she saw. It was a bunch of strangely built buildings that didn’t seem quite right. Worst of all ghost were everywhere. Had she actually died rather than been saved?