This text has been translated from one written in Spanish, the language of Cervantes, by Elendil Ancälime (Before, Elendil) With the name of Liberation. I am not expert in translations, but if you like it, I continue him. It is a very extensive history (AND it is not still finished)
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The history is based on supposing that the truth on the Hombres Lobo is not that of the movies, but the one described by the old legends on "the warriors of Gaia", the Garou.
LOST
We are a race in extinction.
Every day less.
Dying next to the mother,
Suffering their suffering,
Crying their tears,
Howling for their pain.
The Earth can die...
But she won't die alone.
... I was very small when It bit me. My parents attempted everything, but in those days there was not cure...
... The potion that has been giving me professor Snape is a very recent discovery. Does it return me inoffensive, do you know? If I drink it, the week previous to the full moon, I conserve my personality when transforming...
... I hide in my office, transformed into an inoffensive wolf, and I await to that the moon decreases again. However, before It was discovered the matalobos potion, I became once a month a dangerous mature wolf...
... It seemed impossible that could come to Hogwarts. It was not probable that the parents accepted their children to be to my grace. But then Dumbledore became the director and he took charge of my problem. He said that, while we took certain cautions, there was not reason so that I didn't go to class...
... In that time my transformations were... they were terrible. It is very painful to become lycanthrope...
... Often it felt guilty to have betrayed the trust of Dumbledore. It had admitted me in Hogwarts when no other director would have made it, and he didn't imagine that I was breaking the norms that he had settled down for my own security and the one of other...
... He never knew that, for my blame, three of my partners became animage illegally. But I forgot my remorses every time that we sat down to plan the adventure of the following month. And I have not changed...
Remus Lupin stopped to think of the pathetic summary that had made of its life in front of three children and to the only friend that was him, when getting off the carriage that had taken it out of Hogwarts. While, at great distance, a very old magician thought with love of him, and sadness.
And both sighed with pain, while the sun entered in the horizon.
* * *
More than one year later, in a place of South America...
A howl woke up her. It was harrowing, and deep. In neighboring buildings, the belligerent old man didn't lack, that cursed the invisible " dog ", to howl in that way.
But it was not a dog.
She got up, and it dressed, hasty. The man that rested to her side, narrowing it with love, feigned to sleep. And he continued simulating when she directed him a last look, before leaving. It pressed with force the eyes, for not seeing how she left. He had also heard the plaintive howls in the distance, and perceived the soft caress that the woman lavished him before abandoning him. He knew to what went, and knew that he would not be allowed to accompany her.
- It's easier for me that for others. I'm kindred. I won't lose her without knowing "why" - He was said; one, and one thousand times, but that a light palliative only went to the cruel stigma of which awaits, and it only awaits.
She came out to the street. They needed some hours for the dawn, and the early dawn was cold as the ice. Any woman would tremble for the single possibility of abandoning the warm bed, and her lover's arms, to leave alone, at that hour.
Any woman, but not her.
She went toward the forest that rose giving face to the formerly polluted river.
We will be dying
But still in our agony
Rendition won't exist
If our blood should be poured
Be!
But it won't be food of the corruptive one.
If it must be poured,
It will be drunk for the Earth
in the fight against the enemy.
And we will feed her with it,
with our value and delivery in their defense,
until giving him our spirit
She shook the golden hair. Her golden eyes glittered. Her beautiful paleness, under the light of the full moon, gave her a strange beauty. Magnetic. Two young loutish they were approached.
- Hello, baby - said - why so alone? Do you look for company?
Another woman would have panic.
- Release you of here - She said gently, without looking at them - I have hurry
- Weh! those are not... - The other one tried to approach. With feline grace it stopped their hand before it could reach their destination. Looking at it to the eyes, she said with another tone. A different tone, almost a grunt, but intelligible still for the peasant mind of the specimen. - Disappear you, "man".
He turned pale. As in a revelation, it flooded it an ancestral fear. paralyzing. Murderous.
He went back without being able to detach the look of those fire eyes. Terrified, and without giving more explanations, he gave him the back, running to get lost. She looked then at the abandoned partner, almost rolled by that cowardly explosion.
- What... What did you make him, witch? - He babbled, confused, without still feeling the terror that already soon would remember their miserable existence, to be solaced in her.
A guttural, serious and horrendous noise hit its hearings. In front of him there was only a beautiful woman. He watched in his lathe, but anything moved at that untimely hour. As the pest that was, he went back, crawling. That sound, as that of a ready flock of wolves to attack, continued being listened.
He has never listened to grunt to a wolf
Is a city man
How does he know that it is the grunt of a wolf?
He only knows... it.
Knowledge written in their blood
And in the deep of their spirit
Although, in their mind, be forgotten
And buried, among vain legends
The horror prevented him to react.
- You get up and leave, man. - Murmured the woman again
He obeyed... him... ran.
He runs.
runs...
Of what?
He doesn't know it.
Neither he will never know it.
Then he will laugh of if same.
He will curse that fatuous reaction.
It will accuse to the alcohol, or to the drugs.
But now, only...
he runs.
She was again alone. She went into in the hill covered with trees, with the Moon for only witness. She closed the eyes. A chill traveled its back. The close contact of infinite invisible hands caressed its skin.
Nobody saw it. Nobody saw the beautiful woman disappear. Nobody saw appear that magnificent wolf color silver, of eyes envied by the sun.
The wolf ran, until stopping in a clearing. She elevated their face then to the sky, and it began to howl. Twelve wolves advanced of among the shades, as obeying the deep sound.
She looked at them, returning to their human form. The other ones imitated her. Men. Women. Young as her. Old, as the hills.
- I'm here. What does it happen?
- Your tribe has been blessed - Said the oldest in the present, an old man of hair red fire, although now anything extinguished by the snow of its gray-haired ones - we Find one. One lost it has been opposing. He lives among magicians, one of mine sent the good new.
- Among magicians? Where?
- England.
- England... I Thought that it was no longer of my people in the island. Does he meet with your old flock?
- Not. My people only warn us. There are many problems over there. For love to the Clan of the a Thousand Oaks are willing to help, but they won't drive the fight. You have won fame among those of our race, Lady Danae. You, and our flock with you. He is your brother of blood. And the spirits point out that you are you who should guide us to find it, as you guided us before, to a thousand glorious fights.
- Be. I leave now. - She answered, with firmness - You our destination drives, and that of the barrow, until my return, Michael.
- I won't disappoint Gaia, neither to you. Who will accompany you?
- Hmn... Among the youths that comes the rested patrol car. I will call if we need more people.
Seven boys, of which none spent of the twenty years, advanced from the shades.
Silence.
What it should be said
before the advice of the flock?
What it should be said
to the respected leader?
Anything.
Honor, duty,
glory, life...
The objectives made a mistake for them.
For the Hombres Lobo.
For the Garou.
And there is only one;
One only
for the well born Garou.
To serve
to Gaia.
- We go - The woman said, before passing the Umbra, the neighboring dimension to the world of the matter. Energy universe, immortal light and alive shades; earth of the spirit, Kingdom of Kingdom. - Which is the name of the misplaced wolf?
- Their name? The old werewolf murmured - His name is Lupin. Remus Lupin.
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