Fahvier, it's good to see you once again, and meh, you did a comeback with style.
I like of your writing, no matter what you dot down. Good job.
I was at one school today, and there I saw a stuffed wolf in a glass vitrine (showcase)
I wasn't happy about looking at it, since wolves are magnificent creatures, though feared, still so mysterious and great beings. After seeing it, I wanted to write something about wolves, and then I remembered a few old songs and music video's I had seen, and got a sudden inspiration.
By the way, good going, Brego and Leelee. Rachel, you always write such nice middle-earth themed stuff.
But, back to business.
'Vorelfos was barely two year's old, when his parents abandoned him and left him to a forest, far in the north. He thought they would leave and come back for him afterwards, but his hopes were all in vain. Now, lost in a forest, with no chances to survive on his own, what fate will befall him?'
Vorelfos: A child who became a wolf
Part I : The Call of Wilderness
He was left all alone with nothing, but a gift of the nightfall..
No parents to protect him.. He was without care and love..
He had nothing at all..
And being not able to rise on his feet, he cried and cried..
Asking for someone to save his life..
He didn't want to die, his only wish was to survive..
And when he saw the first of his nights, he feared for his life..
But at the arrival of morning light, his existence would no longer be denied..
Salvation.. It was finally in his reach..
And when he opened his grey and sad eyes..
He saw the mother wolf, sitting by his side..
She howled and howled, asking for him to climb to her back
Vorelfos saw no evil in her eyes, so he did as she asked..
Together, they rode through lands and great forests
And Vorelfos fell asleep, before they even reached the den of wolves
But once they were there, he cried no more, and as he looked at all of those wolves around him
He felt no fear, only comfort and love.. He had been given a second chance.. A new beginning
And as the years passed, he finally reached the age of ten
He was ready to fight for his clan, but he still had to grow more in size and strength
And then one windy day, whilst riding on the back of mother wolf, they encountered a wanderer
He looked at him and asked: 'What are you doing here, child. Where are your parents?'
Vorelfos understood him, but he wasn't capable of speaking, so he said the only word his parents had teached to him:
'Is that your name, lad? Why are you with the wolves, answering to the call of wilderness?'
He laughed, but Vorelfos looked confused and asked: 'Wil.. Wilder.. ness?'
'Look around you, boy, this is the wilderness.'
By lighting his pipe, he said:
'It seems that you cannot speak, but you can understand what I'm saying?' asked the man, and Vorelfos nodded
Then the man took a pointy hat off the grass and placed it on his head, saying: 'Mind if I accompany you two?' Then he said a few words in a tongue unknown to Vorelfos, but suddenly, the mother wolf howled and lowered her head, as if she was bowing to this wanderer.
Who is this man, he thought, but then the man placed his hand on Vorelfos's shoulder and said:
'Do not worry, lad. I know what you're thinking. I was sent here to protect you, and I will teach you how to speak. I can also write and sing songs, but we should be going already. Night is at hand.'
But then he saw a mystical mark on Vorelfos's forehead, and by pointing at it, he said: 'How.. How is it possible that you've the mark of nightfall. It is said to be a rare gift of birth. It symbolizes one's eyes being able to see completely in the dark. And according to the legend, someone who has this mark, is able to become one with the shadows. But I don't know, it's a myth after all.'
Vorelfos touched his forehead with his hand, and thought: 'A gift of nightfall.. What.. could it.. mean?'
But he was too tired to think about such things, so instead of that, he only smiled and nodded. It was surely getting dark, but his heart was somehow at ease. And soon, in warmth of the mother wolf's fur, he fell asleep again. And in his dream, he saw his parents, just like every night before that. He didn't saw their faces, but he still knew they were his parents. He just knew.. And in that same dream, he saw the wanderer smiling at him, he smoked his pipe and kept singing something about journeying to the ends of the world. And at that moment, Vorelfos wished he could speak and sing too, but in time he would learn how to, and that thought was enough to calm his mind.
'Who is that man.. Is he.. a guardian?'
Those were the words he said aloud, while he fell deeper into sleep.
The wanderer looked at the mother wolf, and suddenly started to laugh: 'A guardian.. Hmm.. What a strange mortal child. He's already looking more wolf than a human should, but I can see it in his eyes. He wants to be a wolf, and who knows.. Any dream can become true, after all.'
Looking at the moon, he blew smoke rings out of his mouth, and said with a grin: 'This wind surely is biting, but I feel that there's something more to this night than meets the eye. Don't you agree, Frelath?'
Howling to the night, the mother wolf silently agreed, as they kept walking towards the den.
To be continued.
Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen