Tales of Neo Studiona

The Twisted Wish

(The tale of Sharama and Flicker)

Chapter 1

The Tale Begins

It happened by accident those many years ago when I meet a little fairy by the name of Flicker when I was out hunting for fresh prey. I found her stuck in one of my small box trap and she told me she give me a wish if I let her go. That was the start of all my new troubles and the one event to set off all the others the lead up to me writing this account of all of the events past to present. I know that this sounds like a tale and as I write it down now I can hardly believe it myself. Who would believe it if a married ewe with four wonderful children and a loving husband would say that at one point several years ago she was a male Timber wolf named Shard Blacksword. As farfetched as it sounds it's the truth every last word you will read here.

I know that you have a hard time believing in fairies and magical creatures in this time when the belief in the Gods and magic is so weak but here in the world of Terra there exists many powers and strange creatures. For starters there are the Dragonkin of the southern lands who have powerful arcane and nature based Magicks, the Fey Ones and their half blood kin who live in the islands around the central continent who's magic is as old as time its self, and let us not forget the powerful priests and priestess of Neo Studiona that several as the vessels for there God or Goddess powers even it this time of weakened belief. So with that said maybe you will come to understand a bit better what happen back then when I a young wolf lad changed to become a very beautiful ewe maiden. Maybe if I start from the beginning you will see in a better light what happen and why I have to tell someone since the only the person who knows the whole story other then myself and Flicker the fairy who made this possible, is my husband John, a powerful half fox/half ram…

It was in the early summer in 434 that I moved from the Black Mountains to the deep forest of the Riverdale Valley near what would later become Riverton City. I had made this move because of the over crowding of all wolves that lived by the old way of life, by the laws of nature that our feral ancestors and lower intelligent feral cousins live by, in the Black Mountains. It was because of my grandfather's death that the area had become overcrowded with so many wolves. There were so many that many of us that held on to the code of Wolf and Prey had to forego our honor and killed those that should have lived so there was always prey to hunt. It was my grandfather and my pack that keep the Black Mountains in balance by making the code of Wolf and Prey. The code stated that only the very young that strayed away from their villages, the sick, the weak, and the old were to be hunted as prey. Those that were healthy and able to breed were to be left alone to ensure there would always be fresh prey to hunt. It was my grandfather's enforcement of the code the keep the wolf population in check but his death would force many of us to leave our homes to find safer hunting grounds.

It was some time after my Grandfather death I left my pack and head toward the south to find a new home. I did this since I could no longer endure the loss of my honor or watching as pack mates turned on each other. Some time after I left so did the rest of my family but they went farther north to find new hunting grounds. I lost contact with them for some time but would be reunited with my family much later in my life and they would all be surprised to be at my wedding with me as the bride.

I was still very much male at the time I settled in the quiet river valley and like most male Timber wolves I has a thick coat of grey, white, and black fur so most of the time I was sky clad (naked) and if I wasn't I only wore a loin cloth in thru most of the summer, a pair of silk pants in the late summer to early fall. I then switched to heavy cotton pants and shirt for the rest of the fall and all winter. I was a vey tall, 6'6 in height, with a body full of thick muscles perfect for an apex predator that had had lots of practice at hunting thanks to my mothers' outstanding training and competition with five brothers and six sisters before I was out on my own.

I think now I should tell you a little more about my past as a male wolf before I become the ewe named Sharama. This may better help you to understand some of the things that happen later in this confession of self. All that I say later about my past as a ewe comes mostly form the truth of my past as a wolf and the rest is the reweaving of the world by the power of the Gods. I was born in the earlier spring of 414, the oldest of 12 pups to Dashiel the Lightening Paw, the first son of the Wolf King Black Thunder, the first Prince of the King of Thunder, and his three mates Luna, Sky, and Star. My father Dashiel had, unlike most wolves, mated with a set of sisters since it was easier to choose all three of them then to pick one and have to endure the wrath of the other two. This is what he told me until I found out later on in life the real reason why he married my three mothers.

This strange arrangement seem to work out since all of us pups were never told which mother we came from so all of us had three mother instead of our own mother and two aunts. I know what you're thinking that it's a weird way to grow up with your brothers and sister being your cousins too. Three mothers that so weird since two of them are really your aunts and on top of all of that your dad is your uncle too. Well for wolves it's all about the pack. Everyone is family and loved the same so titles like who brother, sister or cousin don't really matter it just the rank you hold when it comes time to eat or time for choirs to be passed out. The only time those titles matter is when mating season comes around. That's when knowing who your siblings are becomes very important since you don't want to shame the family by mating your brother or sister or a cousin less then twice removed by accident now.

Well with three mothers I never went hungry growing up since there was always a breast or two full of milk to latch on to when you got hungry. In fact my mothers would take turns feed all of us so the other two could go hunting with father. This system worked out until my siblings and I were ready for solid food. But with 12 hungry pups tearing the house apart because milk's not enough to fill them up anymore had my parents come up with something new really fast. Soon all my siblings and I were going out hunting with our parents in sets of three since that was four of them to the 12 of us.

Each parent took a group of three for the week then they would pass us down the line to the next parent for the week and so until we all had learned to hunt properly. This was also done so we all have spent equal time with our mothers and father so we could learning from each of them all of their special tricks in hunting as well as come up with some of our own. Those were some of my happier memories as a wolf since I love going hunting with my Mother Luna.

Oh if you were wondering Luna is the name of my birth mother. I know what you're saying but she said that her father never told any of the pups who their birth mother was. Well my father and mothers didn't tell me but I figured it out as I grew up. When I was a pup Mother Luna's milk was just warmer, thicker, sweeter, and all around just tasted way better to me then Mother Sky's or Mother Star's milk. That was my first clue, my next clue came when we started learning to hunt. Mother Luna always praised me much more then the others when ever I brought home a kill or helped in a kill. Later on as we got older and were allowed to hunt on our own or with the pack Mother Luna would always ask me to hunt with her.

She in general treated me a bit better then all my brothers and sisters. She wouldn't yell at me as harshly when I missed up or disobeyed. I was given less harsher punishments by her and my father when it was their turns to punish me. She would give me extra food all the time even when it got her yelled at. She was way more affection with me when we were alone to compensate for ignoring me in front of the others when she really didn't want to. When it was time to go to bed Mother Luna always made sure I always had spot next to her on her left side before the family piled together. My father never thought it was strange since I was his favorite and my other two mothers had their favorites too.

Later on after my transformation in a ewe Mother Luna was brought to my home by Flicker, by then I was living with John as we planned our wedding, and told me she was my birth mother. This wasn't two surprising to me since I had guessed that she was my mother years earlier. The surprising thing was that she knew it was me even though I was now a female of a prey species. I had thought Flicker had told her. But no all Flicker had said to my mother was she was to take her to the place where her child was waiting to share a special event with her. It was very shocking to learn that my mother know me even when I had a whole new form and life. Everything that happened after that surprising revelation will have to wait since I gotten a head of myself and there is still more about my life you need to know.

It was on the 18th birthday that was the same time as the Moon Time Festival that I meet Sharama a very beautiful wolfess with ebony fur and long white and gray hair. I would later take her name as my own after my rebirth. She was the daughter of White Claw, a rival pack leader who hated my father since he mated with all three of his second in command daughter and took them away to live in his pack. I, being young and foolish at the time thought it would be a good idea to take Sharama as my mate to foster an alliance with her Dancing Claw pack to lessen the tension between her pack and mine. I thought the marriage between Sharama and myself was be a good idea if I went to live with her pack. This would be a good way for me to show that my father was sorry for his poor choice so long ago, plus she was very beautiful and I had falling in love with her when I saw her.

Without even wasting to time to talk this decision over with my father or grandfather I quickly made plans to show off my power to Sharama to make her want to choose me as her mate. Little did I know was Sharama father was going to make her choose me so he could get close enough to my grandfather to kill him and take the power he wanted as well as make my father suffer for his sins from 18 years ago.

I followed Sharama for a full day seeing what things she liked and trying to find the best way to impress her. I was rather bored for the first half of the morning as all she did was look at jewelry, pottery, several different styles of cloth and clothing. She then spend the rest of the of the morning talk with some of the older females about birthing pups, pregnancy, treatments for morning sickness, when was it a good time to stop hunting, and techniques on how to get pups nurse properly. I had learned a lot about what Sharama was into but hadn't found a way to impress her yet. I was exceedingly worried about speaking to Sharama now since I watched her turn several males away thought out the morning that were showing off their strength to impress her. I knew that trying to impress her with my muscles and fighting skill was out of the question which left me with only one option. I was just going up to have to walk up to her and starting a conversation.

I watched Sharama for a bit longer and noticed that any male the spoke to her first before showing off his body to her was give a few moments to try and speak to her again before she turned him away or just walked pasted him. All the others that showed up in front of her and started posing or strutting around just got ignored or growled at. I had been given the answer to my problem of impressing the wolfess of my dreams. All I had to do was just talk to her like a normal wolf with manners and everything else would be left up to fate.

I was scared to at first but once I final spoke and we got to talking, Sharama and I got to know each other a lot better that day. I found out that she hated males that were all about strength and showing off how strong they were. She told me she wanted a mate that was strong but also sensitive too. She wanted a male that could help with the pups and share the trails of the life with her as well as care for her needs as a female. I was extraordinarily surprised that she spoke so freely with me and that I agreed with a lot of what she said.

We spent the rest of the day walking around the festival speaking about our families, our packs, our interests, how many children we wanted, what we want our future mate to be like and to both of our surprise we found out that everything we want out of a mate we had found in each other. Sharama and I spent the next few days of the Festival with each other and only each other. It was a wonderful time for me as I got to know Sharama better and came to understand my mothers and sisters feelings about life in the pack better. It was thanks to this time with Sharama and all of the time Mother Luna spent spoiling me that later when I had to start my life a new as a female that I found it easier to fit in to my social role as a female. I also found it easier too deal with my own daughters when the time came for me to have certain talks with them.

On the final day of the Festival of Moon Time when the all of the young males and females who have yet to be mated could openly declare their love for each. It fell to their fathers to speak of the marriage terms in front of the Council of Elders if they would let the marriage happen that is. All the other young wolves had made their declaration and it soon fell upon me and Sharama to make ours. Before we could say anything Sharama's father, White Claw announced that he was giving Sharama's had in marriage to me if my father agreed to put to rest all of the bad blood between them.

At the time I didn't know it but White claw and second in command knew that Sharama and I were in love and wanted to be with each other so my father never new it was a trap. My father was told by my grandfather that if he refused the proposal that it would shame him and the pack. Plus it was in his best interest to have the bad blood with Dark Paw about his daughters and the fight it had caused to be buried once and for all.

My father asked me if I really wanted to marry Sharama and I told him I did with all my heart. He was counting on me having second thoughts if I was asked in front of everyone but my head was empty of thoughts and my heart busting with love. I answered him with my heart and not head. I could tell my father wanted me to have second thoughts or at least fake like I did so he could get out of agreeing to the marriage. He really hated White Claw and Dark Paw with all his heart and soul.

It seemed that if my father hadn't come along Mother Luna would have been mated to White Claw just after Sharama mother died a few days after Sharama was born. Mother Luna and her sisters were young wild wolves back then and none of them wanted a wolf as old as White Claw even if he was pack leader. So when she and her sisters meet my crazy speed king father all of them fell in love with him. At the time he liked them all too and couldn't decide between them so he was going to go else to find a mate until Mother Luna told him what would happen if he didn't choose her. My father could be rather smart when he needs to be and figured no matter which sister he choose one would end up being forcible mated to White Claw so not wanting that to happen my father just said he couldn't decide which sister he want and chose all three. This was what made White Claw hate my father. My father had cost him not just one but three young, beautiful, and sexy mates who could have fathered him a son one day.

My father looked on me with proud eyes thought he was a bit worried about the situation but that would be the last time I would ever have him look at me like that as his son. He turned and told White Claw he was happy to let the marriage happen as long as he let Sharama and me stay with the both packs for half the year until Sharama give birth to her first child. After that both pack would select several members to join me and Sharama as a new pack to be the bridge between the two packs. White Claw agreed but wanted the marriage to take place right away and on our packs lands with my grandfather as the elder to conduct the ceremony.

Both my grandfather and father agreed to this and both packs left the Festival to get ready for the wedding. The wedding was held three days later in the center of my packs lands. All of White Claws pack attended secretly ready to slaughter all of my pack. It was just after the I dos' were said and Sharama and I were kissing was when White claw sprung his plan attacking with his whole pack. My pack had been caught off guard and was scattered to the winds in the middle of the attack. My grandfather was more worried about protecting Sharama and me then himself that he was swarmed by several wolves with swords and daggers. Though my grandfather lost his life he sent several of his attackers to hell with his Thundering Claw Strikes and Howl of Torment attacks before going to the lands of our ancestors.

It was White Claw that levied the finishing blow on my grandfather killing him. He turned still covered in my grandfather's blood to speak to me. "Your grandfather is dead and by wolf law all that was his is mine now. Your pack can run away if they want for they are weak without the Wolf King to hide behind. Your father can keep his life but as payment for his crimes your life is forfeit boy. NOW DIE!" He yelled as he thrusted a sword forward to pierce my heart.

I thought I was done for but Sharama jumped in front of me and sword sliced thru her heart instead of mine. Her father back up when he saw what he had to his own daughter. Sharama lay in my arms dying when she asked her father to spare my family and me since she was my mate and they were her family too. White Claw said he would let my family and I go but we had to live by his law or leave the Black Mountains forever or die that was our only choices. He left with the rest of his pack after that and several minutes later Sharama died in my arms after telling me she loved me and want me to go on living. I told her that she would make it once the pack healer got to us so she didn't need to say goodbye to me. She told me to never forget her and to never stop seeking someone to love like I loved her. With those last words and a brief kiss we shard she left this world. I cried for a week after we buried her and my grandfather next to each other in the pack burial grounds. It was a few weeks after that I couldn't stand what was happening to the mountains like I state earlier and moved.

As I said earlier I moved and I was enjoy the hunting in the Riverdale Valley area since only a few settlers were in the area and the native Sheep, Deer, Rabbits, and Boars made excellent prey. I had a very easy time hunting and gathering. The settlers did very little to stop me and often chased many of the natives in to my hunting territory so I had a relaxed life style with little to no problems for the first five years but that changed when the largest group of settlers moved in to the area and started setting up a large walled city.

It took them ten long hard years to set the city of Riverton City up and I natural stay out of their way while this was going on except for the occasional worker that wonder too far a way from camp here and there. This was fine for the ten years it took them to build the city. I mean it was the way of things back then, people vanished or got tired of hard work or for some who had bounties on their heads just moved on and never came back.

Riverton was founded by a large group of refugees mostly sheep that had been exiled from the country of Shanghold for believing in the Gods now deemed old and forgotten by the king of the Shanghold, King Ramos Longhorns the VII, since he found comfort in the new God Loa that was said to be the one true God and would have no other God or Gods before him. So King Ramos banished all those that would not believe in Loa. With that decry several hundred sheep and other assorted furries left the country on there way from Shanghold they past into Neo Studiona and pick a lot of other refugees who had come from other countries that were now converting over to the belief in the one true God Loa.

All of the people found that Neo Studiona would be the best place for them to live since it was the largest of all the continents of Terra with 70% of its land mass still unexplored, a land rich in natural resources, with a kind and studious people who like the pilgrim settlers of Riverton still believed in the gods and live their lives by the teaching of the Gods. Knowing this and with faith in the Gods all that the settlers journeyed into the uncharted territories until they come to Riverdale Forest and claimed it as their own for their new city.

It was late in the summer of 449, I had just turned 35 that year, I noticed that the prey in the area was getting light and more and more people where come to live in the city which was starting to grow very rapidly. All the settlers that I had not bothered except for a bit of livestock every time a hunt had going wrong or I was feeling very lazy and want an easy meal had moved into the city now feeling it was safer since there was a large savage beast roaming the forests. A lot of the natives were giving up their nomad ways and going to live in the city for the same reason. Since I was the savage beast they all spoke of I was losing a lot of choice when it came to getting a meal. By the beginning of the fall there was hardly anyone left in the woods and I had to take to stealing my food from city. That would prove to be more dangerous then hunting in the mountains I had lived in before had ever been.

I for the most part thought it was fate that so many sheep and other prey type furs had come to build a city in my woods but that thought soon vanished as I saw that being the big bad wolf wasn't going to work here. This was very dangerous time for me since I was one wolf against and city full of hundreds people whose family and friends I have eaten over the last 15 years. I had to be careful now I could only take a little food at a time and over a long period of time otherwise I would blow my cover and the city would send its soldiers to find and kill me.

I had gotten a good rhyme going until the winter come that year and I was forced to kill a young fat ewe that had come to the woods to gather roots for medicines. I had no choice but to take her life, or at least that's what I told myself at the time. It had been over three weeks since my last bit of stolen food had run out and I couldn't go back to the city. The city guards had stepped up patrols because several more thieves, other then I, had shown up and were taken more then they really need far too often. I had never felt so bad about killing in all my life but the ewe's death weighed heavily on my soul and for once my honor was stained in the worst way possible. At one point I even questioned if it was worth living if I had to carry that shame around. Later I would have even greater shames other then the death of the innocent little ewe named Saraha placed upon my mind, body, and soul that would wash over my mind and soul that would have me wanting to end my life.

To Be Continued…

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