The Secret History of the Evabon

by Jet556

From what could be called an apocalyptic battle was born the great shaman Wodanaz. From Wodanaz' want for a ring came a cycle lasting three generations. What comes from that, well that's the tale and you wouldn't want me to give it away.

1. A Sleepless Night

Welcome, everyone, to this brand new story that continues the "Siege of Wilusa" arc but also expands the history of the Evabon, gives the origin of Wodanaz and also adapts Richard Wagner's "The Ring of the Nibelung" into the Evabon saga and thus by extension into the 2011 continuity. Enjoy and review.

A Sleepless Night

Night had fallen in the Savage Area. In Karthage, a High Warlord had died only for a new one to ascend to the throne. In Wilusa however Gard; he who has been called many things such as Gard the Champion, Gard One-Eye and the Savage Heart; sat in the Hall of the Gardites. With his arm around Balor as the Boy Shaman slept against his side, the Old Savage was very much awake. He stared out with his good eye across the table that he was at. Although to those outside of the Savage Area he looked like a man of sixty-nine, Gard had seen whole centuries pass by. Whole centuries spent in exile. Exile in the wilderness! Ever growing, not a place that could be given a place on a map, the wilderness had probably already absorbed Thundera. The cats that Lon-O had sent there would never be able to find it but for one who had known the Wilderness for many centuries he would be able to. If this siege ever came to an end.

"Strong is that arm that rests around my grandson." That voice… Gard had heard it before!

"Wodanaz?"

"Tis I." answered the voice.

"For what reason have you come?"

"For a reason that may allow you to turn the tides, if you wouldn't mind a little history lesson." Stated Wodanaz.

"You are never too old to learn." Commented Gard. "What part of history is it and whose?"

"It is our history, the history of Evabondom!" replied Wodanaz. "And it is a part known only to me but all the world shall know."

"What do you say to me now?" asked Gard. "Speak again!"

"You shall see, if you don't mind a little bit of astral projection." Replied Wodanaz.

Gard's eyes widened and his eyebrows rose. "What?" Gard soon felt the strange experience that young Balor had experienced far too often for one so young. He felt what it meant to have one's essence torn from their body while remaining alive at the same time.