Post by admin audrey, on Aug 27, 2011 20:29:37 GMT -5
T H E - F U L L - P L O T
If such a thing as Gods really did exist, the wolves that inhabited the island of Fairwater paid no attention to them. For centuries, they survived without believing in the existence of anything of the sort. The island was a kind place to live, and provided anything that any wolf would need. Fairwater provided boundless meadows for wolves to frolick in; bubbling, laughing streams to splash and play in, and sufficient shelter in its spacious mountain caves. No hierarchy ruled the rest of the wolves, and while for some wolves that would mean chaos, for the Fairwater wolves it meant a time of peace.
It took just one wolf to change that.
Her name is Mira, an old she-wolf of ten years. A white wolf, some believed that that made her pure. There was almost nothing to doubt about her; she spoke with passion and was extremely kind to all who talked to her. However, older, wiser wolves were very skeptical of the ideas she spread. She was sickeningly warmhearted and appeared to never get angry. But the ideas she spread had never been heard of before.
Mira described three Gods that had come to her through dreams. Their names were Dia, Cassis, and Amon, and there were stories of all three of them. Dia was the beautiful Goddess of time, and indeed, time did not touch her features, and they remained perfectly sculpted; Cassis was the God of fortune; he was a plain and simple sort of wolf, very straightforward, but understood that in order to keep the balance he must give out misfortunes at time. And lastly, Amon, the god of love, and he was the cruelest of all the wolves; he let love grow between wolves and tore it apart; by death or by drama before it. He resided in the bowels of the Earth, made bitter by the mortal mate he had once had who died. He never recovered, and tears apart love for others today.
Mira claimed that the Gods had visited her in dreams; when questioned about how she knew whether they were just dreams or not, she replied that, one night, Dia lovingly placed a wreath of flowers around her neck. When Mira awoke the next morning, the wreath of flowers was nestled against her neck. Mira said that the Gods had created all the wolves, but for centuries the wolves had been living soaked in ignorance, not knowing their true origins. She traveled through all of Fairwater, spreading her beliefs, and they were the cause of much outrage throughou the wolves. Young, impressionable wolves believed her, ut the older, more experienced wolves were wary of her and her words. They said that she bewitched her audiences to believe her; that she was a siren and persuaded wolves with a haunting voice. Either way, her words were starting a wildfire in Fairwater.
It didn't take long for her to act on her beliefs; she began by advertising the need for three augurs; young wolves who she thought had a strong connection for the Gods. But Mira wasn't stupid; she knew she had made enemies all across the island. She hired five guards who would protect her; and one must be careful now when approaching her, for her guards would follow her, hiding in the bushes to ensure her safety, but would pounce when they saw a possible enemy. Then came the biggest thing of all; Mira led her guards in a ruthless attack against the families who inhabited the Eastern side of Fairwater. She killed all the females and children who lived in the east side, and kept the males to be the personal slaves of her and her subjects.
There are mixed reactions across the island of Fairwater. Some have decided to believe Mira and have moved to live on the east side of the island, to be a commoner in the kingdom that Mira has named the Dominion. The skeptical few who disagree with Mira remain on the west, building a resistance against the Dominion, which is getting stronger every day. But is a hierarchy the right thing for Fairwater?