Legends Of The Mountain

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Based off the Legends contest, we all want to create storys about our past. But here, we can all come up with them. In as many parts as you want. Here is one of mine:

The Sons Of Sheba part 1 (I'm still working on the second part)


Darkek paced. He looked around, looking for something. Anything. Where
was his mother? Why was she gone, and why had she said, "I'm not your
true mother" before she left? Derkek stopped, wondering what has coused
his mother to leave. The older wolves refused to tell him anything. They
said he was far two young to understand where she had gone. Drekek was
almost 7 months old, why didn't they consider him old enough!?
He
saw his bother, Maxx, in the den. Maxx was almost a year old. And unlike
Derkek, was considered old enough to know where their mother had gone.
He growled, thick red fur bristling. Drekek had plenty of white
markings, but mainly he was red. Unlike Maxx, who was white with few red
markings. Maxx came over, and said, "I need to tell you something,
Derkek. They told me not to tell you, but you have to know." And his
brother told him a secret. Their mother was not their true one. Maxx and
Derkek were from another pack.
Derkek stopped listing after his
brother told him that their mother was not their real mother. How? Why?
It did kinda make sence. She had never looked like either of the
brothers. But then he launched a question. "If we were born in another
pack, then why are we diffrent ages? Why didn't our real mother keep
us?" Maxx considered this.
"I don't know. But I do know where we can
look." And he pointed to the mountain. Derkek shivered a little. The
mountain of The White Wolves. "They told me they found us at the base." Thats part one! Part two will take place a few moths later, when Derkek is older. 2

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Ooooh, legends? Like the kind that parents tell to their pups to teach them lessons and make them sit still for a minute? What fun! Here's one!

The Legend of the Fire-Tamer

"That's an interesting idea Callum—Ivale, stop biting your brother's tail. No I don't care who started it, but I'll certainly end it. Yes, you'd better be sorry, because if I catch you doing it again, I'll toss you outside and you won't get to hear the story I'm about to tell. Yes, I'm telling a story, Kirith. No, I won't be talking about the Wolf Who Made the World Shake, or the Winter That Lasted Four Years. No, today—since you all seem so eager for the day you can finally get your own Power—I'll be telling you about the wolf who managed to tame fire—and no, she didn't have any powers. Here's how it goes:

"Once, long ago, before the Great Fire happened, there was a pack of wolves living in the valley who were vicious and cruel. Every season, they sent yearling wolves to the top of White Wolf Mountain to get their powers from Geist—yes, Ivale, that's evil sister. If those wolves failed in their task, they were promptly exiled from the pack. All the adult pack members had powers, which made the entire pack a force to be reckoned with in the valley.

"Now, one young she-wolf was born in autumn, so naturally, her pack mates looked to her to gain the coveted power of Fire. This she-wolf was a smart wolf, and she showed a lot of promise among her pack mates. When she went to White Wolf Mountain in her second autumn, she was wholly determined to gain her power. Talking to Geist, she said she could complete any task assigned to her. And so, with a cruel gleam in her eye, Geist told the she-wolf that she would receive her power when she showed she was capable of wielding fire without the use of any Powers. The she-wolf exclaimed that it was impossible, so she was sent back down the mountain empty-pawed. Her pack mates waiting at the mountains base set upon her, tearing into her with rage of disappointment. The she-wolf barely escaped with her life, but vowed revenge. She would get her Power, and bring down her former pack.

"The she-wolf bided her time, making a den for herself at the base of White Wolf Mountain. A year passed, and from the shadows, the she-wolf watched her younger pack mates try to gain powers. When they failed, the she-wolf was careful to track them. She would confront them, and ask their assistance in her plan for revenge. Some rejected her, but a good many of them agreed. They lived together at the base of the mountain, waiting for the moment when fate would present them with a chance to get back at their old pack.

"Finally, one late summer day, a great thunderstorm swept through the valley. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled, while the she-wolf watched. Then, the world lit up as a nearby tree was struck with lightning. Flames flew up from the tree's branches, and the she-wolf ran over to the burning tree. Carefully, she grabbed a branch lying on the ground with her jaws, and thrust it into the flames. The branch caught on fire, and quickly, the she-wolf carried the branch back to her den. There she dropped the branch in a pile of dry tinder she had kept in the event she could ever capture fire. There, she tended to the little fire she had made, and alerted her followers that it was time to carry out their plan. Some carried branches in their mouths, while others carried bundle of long, dry grass under their chins. The ones with branches lit the ends of their sticks on the she-wolf's fire, and together, under the cover of night, the band of wolves snuck into their former pack's camp. One wolf lit up a nearby tree with his branch, prompting the wolves guarding the camp to investigate.

"The wolves worked quickly. In front of each den, the wolves with dry tinder set their bundles. Then, the wolves with branches lit up the tinder. Finally, they threw the sticks into the dens. As the guards came trotting back, they quickly stole away. The wolves who had been investigating the tree came back to discover their camp in flames, with wolves running around in confusion.

"The Powerless wolves watched on from a distance as the evil wolves tried to escape the fire they once wished for so dearly. The she-wolf laughed at the twisted irony of the situation, and turned to lead her followers on into the night.

"Later, their former pack members attacked a rival evil pack, assuming that one of their Fire users had set their camp ablaze. They'd never suspected the Powerless wolves they had rejected. The she-wolf and her followers waited patiently, until both packs were weak and straggling from their war. Then, they swept forward, and drove both packs from their territories. The she-wolf became the Alpha of her new pack, and went back to White Wolf Mountain to gain the power of Fire. Her named became Fire-Wielder, and her pack was one of the most formidable for many seasons to come.

"And that, my dear pups, is why cunning is the greatest Power of all."

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Part two: The Sons Of Sheba

Derek growled in displeasure. Maxx was sapposed to meet him here 15 minuits ago! Derkek was a full year old now. His fur had grown out into fire-like patterns. His eyes, once more of a oreange color, were now a firey gold. He was also taller. Much taller then Maxx. Derkek got stuck in a wonder cycal of how this came to be when Maxx showed up. With a brife growl from Derkek, the two set off.
They walked for a good few days. Derkek seeming to never tire, so full of young streangth and power. Maxx a little ways behind. He kept his nore in the air, trying to detect if they were being followed. Maxx had a good nose for this kind of thing, but he tired more easily. Again, this puzzled Derkek. He passed the time by pondering this. Maxx was older, why did he tire so easy?
The fith day, they made it to the base of White Wolf Mountain. Derkek looked up, and wondered a few things. But the biggest thing was, Was his mother up there?

That is Part Two!

[Rykett]

Fire's Wrath

[Fierfly]

This is a story told not only to the cubs of the Mountain, but to all pups to understand where they come from. (Inspired by Wolf song in Count to 20)



When the earth was young, and the air was clear and the water fresh and cold - back when wolves ran together, before the war of Good, Neutral and Evil began there was a young pair, two young wolves who were mates to each other, their names were Singer and Finder. Singer was a charming young creature, beautiful and sweet and she had the most beautiful voice. Finder was handsome and clever and wise and they loved each other dearly. They soon had the sweetest little male pup which they named Howl. Singer was very proud of her pup and composed a song for him that lulled him to sleep at night, no matter how troubled he was, and Finder called the song a lullaby.

As he grew big enough to wander around their little den site, his parents both left to hunt. While they were away a creature came, the first creature of evil and seeing the innocent pup, killed him. Singer and Finder returned to their pup who was bleeding and his mouth still in the act of whimpering. You must understand that while they well understood life and birth, death was still new and largely unknown. All Singer knew was that her pup was distressed and needed her, so for days she stayed with him, softly crooning her lullaby.

Eventually, a wolf called Wisdom who knew more than they as she had lived for much longer, met them and Howl. She shook her head at the young mother, "Your pup is dead. He cannot hear your song, he neither sleeps easy nor will ever wake up."

Finder was shocked, "What killed him?" he demanded,

Wisdom bowed her head, "It's name is Evil, or Ill-Fortune, and in Evil's wake he leaves Sorrow." and the white mage moved on.

She was right, Evil brought Sorrow to poor Singer. Her song was no longer a lullaby, it was a song of tears and pain which she sang as Finder buried poor Howl. It brought other wolves to them who soon learned the sad tale and they mourned with her, each learning her song and they claimed the land for a graveyard for those who died still innocent.

And so, the song we sing, whether it be of joy or pain or to bring wolves together - for Howl caused a song for each of these - is named after the cub who started them all. And to this day, wolves howl as we sing.

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So I just thought I'd post the Legend Zeus told Laden during story time.

The Gift of Sheba

"Once upon a time, there was a very proud wolf. He was a mighty wolf, and he thought he was greater and stronger than any other wolf in the entire valley. This proud wolf had other siblings too, and he thought he was better than all of them, but he wanted to make sure that he was truly the strongest and wisest of all his brothers and sisters, so he set out to receive a power. This power would surely make him the greatest of the siblings, but he had to climb a mountain to find the giver of power. The mountain was tall and steep, and every possible danger was against him, but the proud wolf knew that he had to make it to the top, so he fought against every danger and and struggle that came in his way. He was a strong wolf indeed, but he could only be the strongest if he received the power.

After every danger was faced and beaten, the proud wolf finally made it to the top of the mountain, and there in a dark mammoth cave at the mountain's peak lived the great goddess of the valley. The great White Wolf Sheba. She was the largest most beautiful being the proud wolf had ever seen. She had the purest of pure white fur that glowed like fresh snow on the first winter morning, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds that reflected hundreds of rainbows in the clearest of blue skies. Her gaze held the sovereignty of the universe and her appearance was an eternal specimen. She was surely the giver of power. Any other wolf would have bowed before her superiority, but the proud wolf was too selfish and full of himself that he didn't even show his respect for her but rudely demanded to be given a power from her.

The great White Wolf Sheba was appalled by the proud wolf's actions and grew suddenly angry, very very angry. Her beautiful rainbow eyes turned the color of blood red and raged like the wildest of forest fires. Her shining white fur grew dark and ghostly like a moon and starless night that would never see the sun's rising. She spoke to the proud wolf and her voice thundered with rage that shook the heavens. She said, "Wolf, how dare you come to me, the giver of power, and demand with such disrespect a gift that I freely give to the wolves of the valley. I will teach you a lesson!" With that Sheba transported herself and the proud wolf to a silver pool that lay below her cave, and when they reappeared next to the pool's edge, Sheba commanded him to look over the water and tell her what he saw. The proud wolf did so, but he only saw his normal reflection. He was annoyed with the great White Wolf, and in his haughty attitude, he refused to answer her question, and again demanded to be given a power.

Sheba had had enough of the proud wolf's disrespect, and she roared at the skies. They answered her with booms of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. The earth also trembled as if the entire mountain was crumbling, and it was. A great boulder was broke loose from the mountain and cast down upon the proud wolf, a giant wave of ice and water crashed down on him, and fire raged all around him, but the paw of Sheba was held over the scared wolf who was no longer proud. Not a pebble or a drop of water touched him, for Sheba had caused the elements not to harm him. Then she spoke to him, "You are an unworthy, ungrateful wolf who does not deserve to be alive in the valley of the White Wolves. You do not deserve the life you are living, but you also do not deserve to die, not today. Your life is mine, and I have given it to you as a gift. Never forget that." The wolf, no longer proud, looked over the water of the silver pool once again and saw his reflection. It was different this time, he was a different wolf, a changed wolf, a new wolf. He had been given a gift from Sheba, and it was the gift of his life."