Death Dreams Dire Wolves

Chapter One: Prologue

The first thing men learned to fear in the night where the howling of wolves. It was the sound that the night made as men women and children fought against the cold and the uncertainty of sunrise in the days where only the hope of survival and a stone spear where the only things that kept the wolves away. Every so often the wolves would grow hungry, and neither the howling of the night or the chase of the wild could keep them from finding the curious needs in the questions kept in mans fire. Men and wolves where at war in these days, fighting for blood and survival against the forces growing in the dark, and the evils that sought to break them in their survival. Dark deeds where committed against both as gods and devils pointed them against each other and make dark deeds of their sins as they claimed more lost souls in the dark.

Men became monsters, killers of themselves that devoured the flesh of thier own children as they fought to keep.the wolves away. They became something worse than man or wolf, they became monsters.

Only so many things can keep a pack of wolves from seeking answers

Answers to the questions of why so many choose to pear deep into the dark, or why those seeking refuge from monstrous men would choose to live in the dark with the lopi and ponder the nature off what it means to survive in the dark of the night. But the wolves took pity on them, seeing the carnage of those who bathed olin the blood of demons and became the harbingers of chaos, betrayal, and death.

As legend has it, their was once a fire on the top of a mountain that burned for many year and could be seen for miles around. All those who saw this fire would become entranced by the lights it created and a voice that it emitted that could be heard and understood both man an animal.  Only few thought to seek out the truth of this fire, and the purpose of the voice that kept calling them into the depth of the mountains into the warmth of a fire that would be their only refuge from the oncoming storm that would be soon to cover the world in a blank sheet of ice and snow and death. Only a very few made it to the mountain, even less saw the fire there and learned of its secrets, and those that did where forever changed by what they saw in that place. On that mountain where so many more secrets where kept and lost to the world.

The moon was broken that night.

If it had not been for the wolves, man would have been consumed by the darkness. But if not for man, the wolves would have become evil like their counterparts who skulk the night in search of the of the weak and defenseless to consume. Honor was born from this bond, and so it became the thing that would allow them both to become something more than just victims of evil, but those able to stand against the ever encroaching hunger of the dark would know the secret of what took place on that fate-full day, but the ways of the world would forever be changed as those bound to the spirit of a wolf would lead the world out od the dark and into a new age. This was the day that the moon was created, made visible to those who sought to see in the night the dangers that lurked before them as it was said that the spirits of wolves would always ignite the night sky, and the silver of the moon would always make evil known to the innocent, and the spirits of the children of the wolves would be made immortal.

But all things where not to last as so many truths where kept known, and darkness was soon to retake its place.

No one is sure when it happened, when it was that the dark side of the moon was created and the light of the knight sky was broken in two, and the sky became ablaze with phantoms and fire, and the rivers ran red with the blood of the innocent. But those days did come, and soon, the wolves found themselves divided.

Romulus and Remus where some of the first to go their separate ways. So too where Kaine and Able as they found themselves wondering into the deserts of the world. Brother Wolf and Sister Coyote left to cross a great ocean, as they left Mother Fenris and Serius to the deepest forests, and Anubis and Haidies found corners of the world where they would never See one another again. And last but not least Okami and Gangus Su found comfort in the deepest of bamboo forests, as only this could comfort them. As only one thing troubled them all. And Lucifer,Beowulf, and Gilgamesh could never be found.

It was said that something evil came between them all. Something none of them have ever repeated in any story or tale of old days in the rise of mankind. Some type of deep shame they have felt in the in remorse of someone or something that they lost, and the truth forever buried in the years of warfare that followed, as wolves where pitted against wolves in an ongoing fight against themselves and the curse of evil forever attempting to consume the world.

A curse was cast against all of them, a great and terrible burden as now those bound to the spirit of a wolf where now vulnerable to the silver they helped create, and weakened by the plants and blessings of the earth born from a garden that would forever reject them and their children, and to this day the war continues, forged in the light of the moon and built from the shadows and blood of those unfortunate enough to become apart of it. For only those who have been betrayed by evil can be bound to the spirit of a wolf, and join the struggle to right the wrongs of the past.

Manzer. Know this now and know it well. The world that lives in the dark is one that lives parallel to the truth, and the truth is not like the light of day, it is like the light of the moon. It only exposes more lies and in very little detail.

You should know, now and for all. You have been betrayed. That those who you see as family are only a part of an illusion that creates more lies....

You and I are now bound to one another, and because of that the curses that keeps me here in this hell. Have been broken.

It is time to become the wolf.

Let me out- Let me out!!!

Chapter Two: Broken Dreams

The sunlight takes the form of a gentle haze of blurred shade as it soaks through the mental walls of a boy interrupted in the middle of a dream. Although it is a gentle nudging of nerve and realization, he is eventually brought out of the darkness behind his eyes, and introduced into the world of of a newly awakened day. He lays is bed for a moment as he looks up at the off colored white of the ceiling that sits above him as he lays on his back, turning to face the uneven paint of the ruff sealing surface, now tinted only slightly more yellow as the sunlight introduces itself to the dust of the atmosphere as it gently floats through the the subtle settling air.

The dust is a relaxing annoyance. A constant reminder of the flow of life as even one sits idle in the soft bed of a secluded room. One could only wish that the world could stand still, let the dust fully settle and the stress of a young life caught in the rays of the sun ,be something more than just a reminder of how unfair the world settles on matters it knows nothing about. Dust is much like the things know one cares to know about. You are only aware of it once its settles, and trying to grasp it only leaves you empty handed. Like some things in life, its important to just let thing settle as they will. Lest you stir up more problems and become caught up in the storm of listless drifting substance shed from a cataclysm of of dead hopes and dreams.

The young man sitting in his bed lifts up his hand into the light above him, letting the rays of sunlight made visible by the dust in his room flow like a ghostly river around the curves of his fingers wrist and forearm. The warmth of the sun warming sections of skin with their weightless touch.

He pulls back his hand and looks at his palm, observing the emptiness for a moment noticing its pail hue that stands out even against the slightly yellow wall sitting above him that offsets it. The young man lets out a sigh as he sluggishly sits up, putting his legs over the side of his bed then pressing his feet against the floor. He then walks over the the open window, looking out at the brightly lit town that sits bellow the edge of the rising sun, then as he closes curtains to the window, cutting off his small world from the world outside, shutting himself into yet another darkness.

He looks about the room that he stands in a trance of chaotic contemplates the confused and strange thoughts his head, try to make sense of a lingering dream that seemed to have more purpose to it than just the thoughts lost behind the eyes. The dream was a sad one. One of dark cold and struggle that seems primordial, and ancient, something so dark in purpose that it shook his very core like a natural disaster, but the confusions is soon gone as the images fade, and only the dark and depressing emotions of perpetual loneliness remain.

"Who- what was that?" He thinks to himself as he sits down resting his back to the wall. The dream he thinks of is like a trauma he cant remember. A instance of history that doesn't want to be remembered. Only felt and only feared.

The room that the young man sits in is one that isn't exactly clean. But it isn't exactly meant to be a mess. The walls are bare and so is the floor. The room is absolutely and completely absent from any pieces of personality that would usually be in a teenagers room. It is twenty square feet of white walls and old carpet. But this was the way it was meant to be as a foster home for young teens taken away from abusive families by the state. 

This place for him was both a blessing and a curse as nothing could be worse than staying with the family he was born into, but things had their ups and downs, and exchanging an empty room for bruises and scares seemed like more than a fair trade. He had allot of them, and still the scares of his home had not faded from his light skin that barely ever saw the light of day due to the inability to explain to anyone where he had got them.

The room was still, the house he was in was quiet, but soon; it would be awake with a number of kids of a variety of ages and backgrounds from homes much like the one came from, children abused by bad parents, or terrible circumstances. All living in rooms with blank walls and nothing of their old lives to haunt or follow them through the the recovery process of being a kid defenseless against the world and the people it tries to break down.

He would have only a few minutes to try and find a way to sneak past everyone on his way to school. This being the best option for him in that he didn't want to get involved with anyone else here. Or let anyone know anything about his business. He just wanted to exist for a while without anyone telling him what to do.

He gets his stuff together into a backpack. School supplies of a typical nature along with a few books. This was the start of a new school year and he didn't want to get off to his old way of doing things. Late for reasons that he couldn't explain and always in trouble for things that where never his fault.

One thing he did manage to sneak past everyone who ran a fine tooth comb through the abuse of his old home was a skateboard. The one things that he managed to buy for himself, his one way to escape from the people and the places that he didn't want to be.

After getting all of his stuff together and a fixing it into the black nylon backpack onto his shoulder, he would then slowly open the door into the hallway. Checking to see if anyone else was awake or wondering through the halls. He would then fully open the door and creep slowly through the hallway. Trying not to let his heavy weighted steps resound through the creaking wooden hallways of the two story house home.

With a few slow and careful steps he makes it to the stairs, still focused on making sure that his movement in the home are un noticed as he takes each step with the care that a cat would as it creeps through a graveyard. It is only as he makes it to the bottom step that he realises that he is not alone. As a young girl sits in the family room looking at him as he tries to make it to the near by front door.

He is stunned for a moment. Taken off guard by the deep green eyes that seem to pierce straight through him as he tries to keep and hold the secret of his ghost like flight into the early morning. 

She looks as though she is about to speak, but the young boy holds up a finger to his lips, making a hint for silence as a secret is then in that moment forged between them. As be does this holding up his straightened index finger to his lips, he notices that this young girl is surrounded by bags and backpacks. She a new arrival to the foster home and someone who most likely has her own reasons to keep secrets.

Just outside the front the door a conversation can be heard. It is one between the care taker of the house and the agents who are usually assigned to delivering the new children to the home. Their voices are muffled and the conversation sounds serious but its isn't something that this young boy concerns himself with. As he just wants to.get to school on time and without being attached to some sort of small social disaster.

He quickly moves to the back of the house and to the back door, all the while he can feel the those dark green eyes watching him, scanning his every move like some sort of animal that has been backed into corner and is ready to pounce on him at any given moment.

Before he opens the back door he takes one look back and can see her. She has left her seat to watch him, her eyes always open, never blinking not for a second. For a just a moment, he thinks he can see something. Not just a little blond girl his age looking at him, but some sort of.... monster, and just as soon as it it seen. It is gone and only the girl remains.

He then open the door, after turning back around. Turning the knob about to step out into the open back yard. But a sudden flash of the memory from his dream would cause him to hesitate, as something about this girl seemed almost, too familiar.

He turns around once again but see's that she is no longer watching him. Taking a deep breath he then steps outside.