Author's Note: Evillious Chronicles, how do I love/hate thee, let me count the ways...
To Beiowulf: Yes, this is one of the ideas I was talking about. I hope I can write this well...*types nervously*
WARNING: Contains spoilers for the Original Sin Arc and a vital spoiler(?) for the Story of Evil Arc. As I haven't read the Wiegenlied of Green novel yet, expect a few details to be wrong. Corrections and criticism are very welcome.
Though I will choose to reveal it in the end, I think the main character should be obvious enough to EC fans. Happy reading!
This is my story of the beginning, but I am afraid I cannot tell you all I know.
Is that so? Such a shame. I guess I'll have to do it for you.
Now, let the story begin.
When you were a young spirit, you prided yourself on being the fastest creature in the forest. One end to the other, in five minutes or less, with just a few flaps of your wings.
While many would adore the Forest of Eldoh for its scenery, its plant life, and the tree-god within, you would only care for the skies above it. You thought yourself their master, even if you never dared say it out loud. You knew every single square-inch of airspace in the forest, every single branch to dodge, every clearing, every tree. The forest was yours to frolic in.
When spring would come, when the wind stopped being treacherous and bitter, your fellow spirits would take on their bird forms and race each other in celebration. In these, you reigned supreme. It always gave you a little rush, a little thrill to find yourself leaving the flock behind you as you sped through the fresh new green.
Of course, as spring faded into summer, the other spirits would tire of flying about all day and change into their preferred form, usually for the rest of the year. All except for you. You had become obsessed with that little thrill, determined never to stop. The others that had once responded to your challenges with enthusiasm would do so with slight, eventually severe exasperation.
Your closest friend, who usually took the form of a chipmunk, would chastise you about this year after year. Of course, you ignored her. You've held this robin form for as long as you could remember, and you certainly wouldn't want to change that. Why would you?
You loved flying. You loved whizzing across the forest at incredible speeds, changing direction with a single movement. You loved soaring up into the blue sky, just to see if you could go high enough to reach the Heavenly Yard itself. You loved pulling in your wings and swooping straight into the forest floor, defying gravity and death by pulling up again at the last possible moment.
You could never, ever, get enough. You certainly couldn't do that while taking the form of, say, a fish.
Of course, despite all your desires, you still had the body of an ordinary robin. You couldn't deny the fact that when pushed hard enough your tiny heart would stop and you would fall right out of the sky. So every so often, most of the time unwillingly, you would perch on a branch and rest your wings.
And it was on one of those branches where you, a young (500 or so years old, give or take a few) naive spirit in a robin's body, saw humans for the first time.