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Legends... myths... wether they be urban or not... They form the very foundation of every great nation. Myths are meant to explain where we come from and where we're going, or rather should be going to. Legends are stories that have changed over the course of ages, causing them to have an unrealistic twist about them. The urban myths or legends on the other hand are stories fed with fear, without any truth to them at all.
When this very continent was being colonised, they made no exeption on the matter. This continent was new to many, there were so many things to see, which nobody has ever seen before. As for the people who allready lived in this continent, they saw things they never saw before either. And because of the colonists' fire power, religeous believes and their diceases, they have formed a huge threat to the people.
There are stories, told mainly by the natives, that tell about the Wendigo. A sort of illness, or a curse rather, that would give form to the beast that the human race really is. The wendigo was supposed to be but a legend, a myth, but the colonists, from their perspective proved them wrong. The natives had such great fear of the wendigo, and would do anything to put a stop to it. As the legend goes, the survival or death of the red and the black would determine the future of the continent. And that is where the legend ends. A tale that fits the legend tells that two sisters, one black haired girl and one red haired, would have been cursed with the wendigo, and dispite every efford, of both the natives and the colonists, neither of the girls were stopped. With this, they mean to say that the wendigo survived, and will haunt the new world forever...
Unfortunately, this is only where the last page of your book would end, but this isn't the conclusion to the tale...
The two sisters, who were to secure the future of the curse, have been dwelling around the woods for years. Slaughtering people whereever they went, wether they'd be natives or not. They were always two young girls, with sharps nails, pointed ears, hair all over their bodies, even their faces, yellow wolfish eyes, and always in the company of wolves. Nobody really knows why it is that these two never changed entirely. Some believe they were directly related to the devil, given that the devil's colours are believed to be red and black. Others believe that their love, from one sister to the other, is what kept them relatively sane, prevented them to go completely mad, and thereby not giving the beast a chance to take a complete form.
One winter night, the smell of blood had led them to another fort. Unfortunately for them, this fort was prepared for their arrival. The blood was that of a kindred wolf, which laid in the very centre of the fort. When they had arrived, there were people with guns at the ready. They began shooting at will, hoping to hit the target. At first they only hit other wolves, which enraged the rest of the pack, causing them to start an all out attack upon the fort. This made the fort go down, but not until one brave, or perhaps foolish, young man shot both of the sisters in their backs. He himself could not live to tell the tale, for there was a wall about ready to collapse, and did so right after he began his victory dance.
Should this young lad be remembered as a hero? Not likely. The sisters were shot, but didn't bear wounds that would kill them easily. They had found enough strength to move away, before this fort became their resting grounds. But they didn't make it too far. All appeared to be lost...