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Author's Note: Wooot! Quick update! I don't know if it'll go on this way until the end, but since there are so few people still reading in this section of FF dot net, I don't see the point in making you wait when I'm ready to post, right?
Anyway, thanks a lot for reading, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the two previous ones^^
Quick word to the reviewer:
Starnet: The answer to your suspicions will not be found in this chapter, but in next one x)
And yeah, I'll do just that^^ I admit that sometimes I like to wait until I get a certain amount or reviews before posting a chapter, but here I'm afraid of waiting because if I take too long a pause from this fanfic, I don't know if I'll finish it someday ^^'
So yeah, chapters will be updated as fast as I write them x)
Zyanya: Ah, the fairytale has its importance, you'll see (just as Takeru will see it as well^^)
And yes, blue eyes have something to do with it, at some extent… watch out for new evidences in this chapter *wink*
02 Forgetting.
Yes, at first, things went all right between wolves and Gods. Those who had been gifted special powers due to their fur's color were respected as the God's favorites, their advice was often thought, and no wolf would have dared to disobey their orders.
But with their hands, wolves had also been given technologies, and the mean to hide their tail and ears when under their two legged form. They quickly progressed in mastering the technical arts, forgetting that all they had was a gift of the Gods, forgetting that, weren't it for the Gods, they wouldn't even have existed in the first place. It eventually came to a point in time when some of the wolves began to forget they had been wolves. They began to fear the night and its darkness, spending most –if not the entirety- of their time under their two legged form…
Those renegade, forgetful of their origins were renamed the Lost Creatures. In wolf language, it is pronounced "Humans".
"Are you trying to tell me Humans are really wolves?" Koushiro snorted. "But it's totally impossible, history and studies…"
"Are made by humans." Yamato snapped. "And therefore have forgotten where they came from. Now, if you will please let me finish my story..."
Koushiro nodded at his friend's stern tone, and Takeru felt Taichi bend toward him to whisper in his ear:
"Is it me, or did you brother's hair just shine with static electricity?"
In the end, ordinary wolves became split into three clans: the Humans, the lost ones, who had forgotten about their own tails and ears, and the Wild ones, who had chosen to forget their legs and hand, forget about writing and reading and crafting… and then, stuck between the two, were Wolves, those of them who remained as the Gods had mean them to be, shifting between their two forms whenever they wanted.
But Humans didn't like that, they didn't like that there were more powerful than them. So they started to call wolves only the Wild ones, and the real Wolves became demons in their minds… they began chasing them, killing them whenever they had the chance… Red, white and black wolves ceased to be respected and became fearsome creatures, despised and hunt by all, humans and wild ones alike... having an unusual fur color finally became a curse, more than the blessing it used to be.
"What did Wolves do then?" Davis asked when Yamato paused in his sentence. "If they were chased from everywhere, what did they do?"
"They fled." Was Yamato's answer.
After centuries of living in fear and hiding away from Men and Wild, Wolves came to the Gods who had created them, and begged for their help. Gods weren't in a very good position either: since humans had rebelled against them and their faith had created this new all-powerful God, they had been set aside, condemned to hide and pretend they didn't exist. It wasn't long before they agreed to help Wolves. Together, Gods and Wolves opened a gate toward a new world, free of any intelligent being, and they left this world forever. Humans soon forgot that Wolves had been real, and their memories got distorted, transformed into monsters who killed only during full moon nights.
What neither the Gods, nor their protégés had anticipated, was that a trap had been set against them. A Wolf called Mandrake had gathered a pack so big it had become a real army… fights lasted for days and days on end but in the end, even the Gods and their Wolves' combined power couldn't defeat Mandrake and his army.
The gods were imprisoned at the top of a mountain called Hole Peak.
Black, white and red wolves were declared abnormal, lesser wolves, and were forced into becoming the other Wolves' domestics… except for three of them.
The three leaders of the God's defense were immediately sentenced to death with all their descent. Fortunately, they managed to escape by coming back in this world… Time flows differently here, and what had lasted only for a few years in the Wolves' world had counted centuries in this world… when the three Great Ones came back –and they landed in Japan- world war two was raging, and no one paid attention to them when they merged among Hiroshima refugees.
Their heirs still live among us nowadays, perpetrating the memory of their fathers, keeping their secrets safe and yet growing their families so that one day, the flame born of the union of snow and soot can shine without fear.
End of Wolves.
Next Chapter: Secrets. In which Takeru finally understands why the story of the Wolves and Gods concerns him.