- - It was said to be the greatest war between two forces. Two catalysts of the same element, neither of them without anything to lose. Although they are legends now, the great War of Winter is hushed upon in late at night, taught to the younger spirits of the seasons and remembered by those who were there when the frost covered the earth and blizzards rocked every area on earth.
Some say the world was round, others say it was still egg-shaped. Some believe they still are quarreling, deep within southern arctic. Most believe they died in their quest to control the earth. But they didn't. The War of Winter, a history lesson that is not usually taught, but should be told of. The war between two spirits of snow and ice.
The Wendigo and Old Man Winter.
Two powerful spirits that fought bitterly until skin was broken and lungs gasped for air, throats burning with ice and cold. In the end, it was futile. Their skills were matched and the world was moving on. Their war had to become a bitter rivalry, sinking beneath the tales of other historic figures. The rise and fall of the Dark Ages, the dear Man in the Moon and his boy-scout troop. It was temporary truce that they made, relunctantly agreeing that they had to focus on their survival, but when the time was right, they would fight once more. They split the world in half, an invisible line that was to be their border.
The Wendigo moved north, haunting the spirits of greedy men and disrespectful children where as Old Man Winter stayed in his lonely continent of ice, making it cold and cruel that only few animals lived there and man would not set foot on his land. Although the Wendigo traveled far and wide, it did not touch the barrier that they set. The tale of their treaty traveled far and wide, and spirits, legends and myths of all sorts strayed from the line and the homes of the great beasts. The cavern in the North and the lonely ice continent in the south.
Time marched forward and the belief in them waned, and their strength with it. Legends grew old, memories faded. Stories of a different kind were told. Newer beliefs popped in and out of history, spring flowers after the long winter that they had brought forth. Even spirits as old as time (although not Time itself) began to doubt in the great opposing forces. Yet, they honored the treaty. Curious nymphs strayed from ice and falling snow. The border between the two remained strong as the Wendigo retreated further North and Old Man Winter delved within himself with studies of magic and madness. But they were old, and had survived more terrors than this. The lack of belief would not stop them from roaming this earth. Their rivalry was something rarely brought up, an after-thought when people wondered when about the seasons and it's origins. Read in poems and magazines.
Despite the blood they shed, the two spirits were content - as content as the two could be. One in the north, the other in the south.
Until the boy in the lake broke the ice, deeming himself a spirit of frost and fun.
Until someone unknowningly broke their rules, crossing the border they put up.
Somewhere in the North, a great beast awakes, red eyes lighting the cavern it called home.
In the South, deep beneath the ice, a legend stirs, blue hands curling towards the sun.
The War of Winter begins once more.
[ooc; so yes, hello! first try and it seemed as though the RoTG was a good place to start. I hope this idea hasn't been used, but I do so love Winter Mythology and the Wendigo has always been a favorite of mine. It will focus on the three of them, and will feature a few OC's (nothing too major I should hope), the Gaurdians and (might) feature Pitch. It is set a few months, maybe a year after Jack has defeated the Nightmare King and is enjoying his position as the Gaurdian of fun]