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Date Posted: 11:21:36 06/25/02 Tue Out of the shadows of the forest trots a white figure. As it enters the dappled light of the forest clearing, it becomes clear that the beast is a unicorn. Its pure white coat, that once flashed like a star, is fading now with age. The unicorn breys softly, tossing its mane. It moves lightly over to a crystal pool in the clearing, fed by a babbling brooke. Its old eyes gaze sadly into the waters. "So much pain has befallen the world, violence. Darkness and evil have fallen into the hearts of so many, or shrouded their hearts and brought them into a misty pain. How my kind have suffered..." The unicorn trails off of its own thoughts, gazing deeper into the water. It is as if the pure creature can see something there, distant visions, perhaps. "They have forgotten, even the remnants of the Killers. They have forgotten the Old Ways, it might even seem they have forgotten the Great One. And look what has befallen them, the old Clans, their old territory, fallen apart." He just stands there for a time, silent in his own thoughts. His heart is crying for his brethren, who have suffered so. The pain, the anger, even the hate that they have felt. And how far they have strayed... "They have, I fear, even forgotten the Curse which haunts them, which lives in their blood. Perhaps it is the end, then. Perhaps their time has come." The unicorn looks away from the pool now, a single tear, pure as crystal, falling from his eye. "And so little of my kind are left. Of the original Healers. Are we all who remember?" The unicorn turns his old head to the sky now, calling out, "Great One? Are there others? Do any still remember, the Old Ways, the Legends?" To the casual observer, the only answer is the silent sweepig of the wind. But to the unicorn, more has been said. Hope has been delivered. "Then I shall use the magick I still have to undo what the Great One has done, bring myself back to what I was." The unicorn closes his eyes, concentrating. It takes time, and much effort, but a soft glow slowly surrounds the beast, until it encompasses him. When it fades, left behind, is an old wolf. By his size and stature, it can be seen that once he was a great, powerful beast, though sworn to peace. Sworn to the Old Ways. His grey coat, hooded in brown, is dull now, aged. The wolf's eyes, however, are still a bright gold. "And I shall call them," the wolf, Natil, surviving member of the original Healer Clan, says with determination. "Let all who may remember, all who may still serve the Old Ways, hear me and find their home again." With that, the old wolf throws back his head and lets out a long, deep howl. The sound seems to reverberate through the land, through the trees, the sky, the very earth. To the ears of any who might remember... Who might come again... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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