Une histoire en anglais qui est plutôt longue donc je la poste par chapitres. La suite sera postée d'ici quelques jours (la vitesse que je vais écrire va être proportionelle à la quantité de menaces ou de compliments reçus
donc si cefil de discussion reste vide il sera oublié et va devoir se cacher dans un coin sombre quelconque.)
Une petite musique d'ambiance pour les curieux/détesteurs de silences et qui n'ont rien à écouter :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgjHDL3t8uQ
Last of the Wilds
Chapter 1, Fallen Angel
At the end of a long day of travelling through the forest, the caravan of merchants halted. After setting up camp and eating their fill, the travellers sat down around the fire for a well-deserved story-telling session. The older members of the group amused the younger children with ancient legends, and when they ran out the children demanded more. At that moment, a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows.
-I can tell you a long forgotten tale. The tale of the Last of the Wilds.
A hushed silence fell upon the people around the campfire because it was the first time the stranger addressed any of them other then their leader. He, or she, joined their group a few days ago, presumably for the protection that the group of merchants had to offer. One of the elders beckoned him to sit down near the fire so that everyone can see him. He sat down and without removing the hood that hid his face he started his story.
Long ago, when the earth was new and the humans were but a small pack of wanderers, beasts roamed free, masters of their domain and predators bearing mutual respect to each other, fearing no one and nothing. Back then, not one, but two moons graced the skies. Lady and Lord Moon watched over the mortal world, guarding the nocturnal realm once the sun has set for his slumber.
By the time humans started learning magic, the two celestial guardians were getting worried at how quickly they have spread across earth. They decided that one of them shall descend and find a way to make sure the humans do not abuse of magic and destroy the face of earth with it because of their eternal warfare, eternal warmongers as we are. The male moon, gallant and brave, offered to take care of what appeared to be a mundane task. So Lord Moon left behind his Lady and came down to their hell, the mortal world.
Sadly, Lord Moon did not put into consideration gravity. Therefore, looking like an angel being banished from the heavens, he tumbled to earth, his beautiful white wings almost useless against the speed of his fall. He landed in the forest, the thick snow on the ground cushioning his fall somewhat. He lay there unconscious until a pack of curious wolves came to see what this strange creature was. Lord moon woke with a start, but seeing that the wolves did not hurt him, he relaxed. Using his powerful magic, he transformed himself into a big white wolf and spent a few months with the pack that seemed to be determined to protect him.
When the summer came, he decided to start working on the mission he came down to fulfill. He started by creating a white lily and placing it in the hearth of the forest he crash-landed in. The forest was located in a deep valley, wedged between two enormous chains of mountains that were situated in the most hostile deserts, the most inaccessible place for humans on earth, where wilderness will rule for centuries to come with no hope for humanity to come and conquer it. Using his powerful magic, the great white wolf that was now Lord Moon made the lily into a kind of regulator, an object that controls how much magic there is on earth to be used by humans. If there is too much used, the flower absorbs some, and if not enough, it lets some go.
If this lily ever fell in the hands of a powerful magician, that man would be able to unleash all the magic he or she wanted. The danger in that is that an amount of magic liberated that suddenly will throw off the delicate balance of the world and tearing the fragile boundaries between the celestial, mortal and demonic worlds, creating chaos and ultimately, the end of the world as we know it.
Knowing this, the white wolf decided to appoint himself as the guardian of the flower. But soon he realized it was a tiresome task, and he also wanted to go back and see his Lady Moon. After much thought he came to a sensible solution: take four humans and four animals, merge each human with an animal and give them the power to shape shift between their human an animal form. They would also be allotted a certain amount of magic. And that was how the idea of The Wilds was born.
Armed with a plan and a strong determination, the white wolf now needed humans as volunteers. At first, he despaired because the forest was so far from civilization that the chances that he would find four humans were next to nothing. Then one warm summer day he chanced upon two squirrels chattering frenetically. Versed in the language of the beasts, he inquired upon their worries. Turned out a certain “man of the east mountain” has discovered that they were stealing from his winter reserves and has set up a terrifying guard to protect them. Full of hope, the guardian of the lily set off in the direction of the eastern mountains.
