The Story of Daughter Shadow
Thomas bowed. "I would, honorably, like to become a member of your prestigious wolf pack."
"But- you're not a wolf." Renna frowned.
"Not yet. In the mean time I believe that I can be of use to your tribe. I am a very fast runner, and I have lots of spirit for hunting."
"You're not a wolf." A sigh from the grey beard himself.
"Not yet. However." Thomas approached the grey beard, fearless. "My third grade teacher told me to believe in myself. And I believe that the most important thing to do is believe, and if you believe than everything you believe in, will be uh- believable. So how about it? Friends?"
Fenrir rumbled in his harshest, most thunderous voice. "Believe? Believe in nothing. Believe only that you are meat, and should we choose will be hunted through the darkest forests for prey or for sport, depending on our need for sustenance. Believe that after my tribe has fed that we will offer your worthless scraps to Daughter Shadow, our cruel and unrelenting queen of snows. That is what you should believe."
"Sustenance." Thomas cocked his head quizzically. "You mean like food?"
Fenrir's lips curled up, revealing his teeth sitting like two ridges of mountains where the land above and the land below had been pressed into each other, creating a seismic, and wholly awful gleam of white. It was meant as a threat, but Thomas being who Thomas was, a boy often prone to fits of adventure whenever it became convenient or whenever the skies opened up, flooding the world, he simply didn't see the awfulness in those break-your-back and snap-you-in-half scissors of bone and enamel that glistened before him. Instead, Thomas simply said "Cool teeth."
Renna, the grey wolf, interjected. "If you hurt her forest Daughter Shadow will kill you. So I'd advise you leave this place quickly before she loses her patience and releases the West Winds from their cages."
"Who is,.. this person. Shadow?" Masha took a careful step forward. She ran her hand tenderly along Renna's soft coat.
"A witch." Renna closed her eyes at Masha's touch and whistled. "In the long-ago days, the moon and the sky were brothers, warriors tested in battle. Against the Asur race they had fought side by side and savored their victory. But as the battles subsided, and the memories of what once was grew dim, both Moon and Sky fell in love with a beautiful creature of light, Mother Sun. Sky loved Mother Sun with all his might, and she loved him in return."
"Moon watched from afar, driven by jealousy. Moon schemed for some time, and in his anger he poisoned his brother. As the poison spread, Sky fell deeply ill. His suffering became the first storms. Lightning, hail, and blizzards fell down upon the land, and those storms brought new life to this world."
"Lightning gave birth to Irkala, Queen of Shades, Master of Storms. Blizzards gave birth to Imoain, Daughter Shadow, Winter's Blessing. Rain gave birth to flowers, trees, and the Piri spirits who are inside all growing things. Thunder gave birth to the ancestors of men who rule the world today. That is why they are called sons of thunder."
"When Sky awoke from his sickness, he fought back against Moon. It was a terrible battle, leaving many scars. But after days of struggle, Sky prevailed. As punishment for his brother's wicked nature, Sky chained Moon and trapped him in the heavens above. Moon was devastated, not only because he lost the battle but more importantly Sun refused to look at him ever again. That is why the sun and the moon are never in the sky together, didn't you know?"
"She is the one who took my eye." Fenrir howled.
Thomas bowed. "I would, honorably, like to become a member of your prestigious wolf pack."
"But- you're not a wolf." Renna frowned.
"Not yet. In the mean time I believe that I can be of use to your tribe. I am a very fast runner, and I have lots of spirit for hunting."
"You're not a wolf." A sigh from the grey beard himself.
"Not yet. However." Thomas approached the grey beard, fearless. "My third grade teacher told me to believe in myself. And I believe that the most important thing to do is believe, and if you believe than everything you believe in, will be uh- believable. So how about it? Friends?"
Fenrir rumbled in his harshest, most thunderous voice. "Believe? Believe in nothing. Believe only that you are meat, and should we choose will be hunted through the darkest forests for prey or for sport, depending on our need for sustenance. Believe that after my tribe has fed that we will offer your worthless scraps to Daughter Shadow, our cruel and unrelenting queen of snows. That is what you should believe."
"Sustenance." Thomas cocked his head quizzically. "You mean like food?"
Fenrir's lips curled up, revealing his teeth sitting like two ridges of mountains where the land above and the land below had been pressed into each other, creating a seismic, and wholly awful gleam of white. It was meant as a threat, but Thomas being who Thomas was, a boy often prone to fits of adventure whenever it became convenient or whenever the skies opened up, flooding the world, he simply didn't see the awfulness in those break-your-back and snap-you-in-half scissors of bone and enamel that glistened before him. Instead, Thomas simply said "Cool teeth."
Renna, the grey wolf, interjected. "If you hurt her forest Daughter Shadow will kill you. So I'd advise you leave this place quickly before she loses her patience and releases the West Winds from their cages."
"Who is,.. this person. Shadow?" Masha took a careful step forward. She ran her hand tenderly along Renna's soft coat.
"A witch." Renna closed her eyes at Masha's touch and whistled. "In the long-ago days, the moon and the sky were brothers, warriors tested in battle. Against the Asur race they had fought side by side and savored their victory. But as the battles subsided, and the memories of what once was grew dim, both Moon and Sky fell in love with a beautiful creature of light, Mother Sun. Sky loved Mother Sun with all his might, and she loved him in return."
"Moon watched from afar, driven by jealousy. Moon schemed for some time, and in his anger he poisoned his brother. As the poison spread, Sky fell deeply ill. His suffering became the first storms. Lightning, hail, and blizzards fell down upon the land, and those storms brought new life to this world."
"Lightning gave birth to Irkala, Queen of Shades, Master of Storms. Blizzards gave birth to Imoain, Daughter Shadow, Winter's Blessing. Rain gave birth to flowers, trees, and the Piri spirits who are inside all growing things. Thunder gave birth to the ancestors of men who rule the world today. That is why they are called sons of thunder."
"When Sky awoke from his sickness, he fought back against Moon. It was a terrible battle, leaving many scars. But after days of struggle, Sky prevailed. As punishment for his brother's wicked nature, Sky chained Moon and trapped him in the heavens above. Moon was devastated, not only because he lost the battle but more importantly Sun refused to look at him ever again. That is why the sun and the moon are never in the sky together, didn't you know?"
"She is the one who took my eye." Fenrir howled.
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