Silent Spirits
Legend
More than 10 thousand generations before, there lived a tribe in a valley between towering mountains, the Vale of Lamoure's. Lamoures were the inhabitants who had settled for quite a time in that particular region and that area was known to be sacred.
On a beautiful spring evening, a man of thirties was fixing his spear, sitting in a grass field that extended beyond the hut he lived in when he was disturbed by cries of pain and then shrieks of happiness coming from the place he called home. With reflexes quicker than an tiger, he ran towards the sound, only to find his long brown haired wife lying on the bed made of bear skin with two more young women sitting right next to her, holding the thing that was causing all the noise in a bundle of animals fur while cooing different words to it
The man blinked at the scene and looked at his wife to find her smiling weakly at him. He approached cautiously towards the girl holding all the clothing and slowly peered in it. Lying there was a small human infant crying at the top of its voice. The man's eyes went round as he realized what it was. He gazed at the woman resting on the ground with shock. She smiled at him encouragingly and he turned to take the bundle from its holder. Tears stung his eyes as he got to touch his first born child at last.
That night, the whole tribe celebrated the birth of their well known warrior's son on the steps of their temple. They danced around the huge fire, wearing tiger skins and holding sticks and spears while the parents of the child thanked the Spirits for such blessing and prayed for their son's future. Once stepping out of the temple, the priest; who also was the temple guardian, gave the baby the symbol of one of their Silent Spirits; the lion, and afterwards everyone went through the religious traditions like always.
And thus another child was destined on a path of glory and strength.
Few years later
As the cold winds blew, it was sensed that winter was near. But it didn't affect the warrior hidden behind the rock on the mountain from keeping to his posts and his eyes alert. Any thing could happen at any second. His comrades were also had their minds open for any kind of sign. The condition of their victory wasn't at all good but with strategies, strength and skills like theirs; there was still a shine of hope.
The warrior suddenly sensed something. It was coming from where the sun was now planning to set in a few hours. His dark brown eyes turned into slits as he noticed the change in the breeze as well. He immediately contacted the Silent Spirit he was gifted; the tiger, which responded to the call by emerging through his owner's body. Seeing this, the other fighters did the same. The time was near
Everything was silent as the beasts and their masters waited. Soon a small cloud of dust was seen. Every one prepared themselves as their leader and his tiger spirit gave the order. Slowly a few animals were seen followed by more dust. Different sounds were heard of yelling, screeching and marching. The dust cloud grew larger and larger and it made hard to see what was causing it.
The leader warrior commanded his troops to get ready to launch the first phase of attack. They once again waited for the cloud to come in range of their fire. Everything was silent at their side when suddenly a loud screech of a bird cut through the mayhem and reached the fighter's ears. Lowering his weapon, his eyes suddenly lit with happiness as he told the others to hold their fires.
Another screech came which was heard by all which caused many to drop their arms. Then cries of joy filled the atmosphere as a beautiful phoenix flew in sight while singing a lament of victory. The beasts roared and the army congratulated each other while some ran down to the village to announce the result of the war
All the happiness died away when they saw the main troops entering the valley opening with features full of sadness on their faces. Many Spirits and fighters were injured and in quite bad condition but none as bad as the Chosen One.
He was carried by the chief of the tribe who had tears in his eyes. The inhabitants of the vale were silent as dead, watching the scene with horrified eyes. The person was laid down at the steps of the temple where the priest rushed for aid while many broke into wails and tears.
The phoenix which had first declared the victory came slowly down to his master who was clinging to his last minutes of life. He gazed at his Silent Spirit and muttered, "I'm glad that I've fulfilled my duty." With that his eyelids dropped and the golden bird beside him shattered like glass into thousand pieces which disappeared at once.
Thus, another Chosen One came and went but not after completing the task he was assigned. But the question remained: who will succeed this great Lamoure?
The answer was given after few days. One noon, the warrior and his brunette wife were praying in the hut when their young son stumbled in the place and fell unconscious. Not exactly knowing what the best thing to do then was, they took him to the priest. Once the old man made contact with the child's skin, he smiled. He took his left arm and showed it to his parents who gasped slightly. There, just below his shoulder, was a silver curve with a small dot in the middle. The new Chosen One had been chosen by the Silent Spirits.
So it was from that day, the young boy was given all the training in the temple while the old ones and the priest filled him with his glorious mission to protect the Spirits from evil doers.
Years passed by but the legend never changed and the world saw the power that the famous Lamoures held. Once the Chosen one left for the world hereafter, a new one was selected and the tasks assigned to him were to guard and control these creatures and their powers. Years passed by but the legend never changed and the world saw the power that the famous Lamoures held. Once left for the world hereafter, a new one was selected and the tasks assigned to him were to guard and control these creatures and their powers.
Many Chosen Ones were able to do so by passing a simple life until the death swallowed them while others strived hard to keep evil hands away. As the world began to cultivate, it became harder to protect these sacred Spirits. The inhabitants of the planet, whoever believed in the myth, tried to get this attractive power under control but none prevailed because the only one able to do so was none other than the Chosen One himself.
Twice such great scenarios took place that it seemed as if the world was to end but the ones chosen would get out of those tight corners for the sake of humanity or die trying. But even though they were known as the protectors of the planets, the local people began to fear them and their powers. Many of which, tried to raise voices against these beings and to gain some upper hand.
And so living a peaceful life that every Lamoure wanted, slowly turned into a mere dream, a despairing hope and a futile wish as the other inhabitants took different steps to torture them into nothing.
As time passed, the persecution became even more unbearable and so the Lamoures had no choice then to abandon this once great title. But that did not mean that they would completely give up. No, theses humans were made of far more backbone. They decided to disperse throughout the land into small bands and start a new way of life; hiding most of their past, proclaiming that they had nothing to do with that great dynasty.
Though many rebelled against such decision by the Chosen One but deep down they knew it was for their best. And so they left the Great Vale of Lamoure and their temple of Silent Spirits. But not before sealing this valley and the sacred temple with ancient forces and immense power of their spirits.
Decades passed and generations came and the legend slowly swept away from the surface of the earth, but not completely. Many still had fear in the corners of their hearts about what happened centuries ago but they also kept quite. And the legend became a myth that people refused to believe in. But many did wonder that if archaeologists and scientists had discovered Sacred Spirits, or more commonly known as Bit Beasts, who is to say that, the Silent Spirits had completely died away?
And so these days it was that somewhere on this planet; a valley remains where there are some creatures sound asleep, waiting for someone , may be their masters, to wake them from their prolong slumber. As for the ancient peace loving tribe of Lamoures, they seemed dead or may be they still live somewhere, amongst you, amongst me, hiding their true identities and waiting to aid the world if ever needed.