A/N: All the characters belong to JK Rowling, schoolastic, bloomsbury, warner bros... I do not gain money for using them so please don't sue. Some characters are my own (Diana, Athmos, Senda, Marcia, Urusmal, Rirnef, Tobias, Andrea, Elizabeth, Isabú, etc...) but as I said I don't make money out of them so you can use my characters free of charge.
I had to repost it because, as my father sweetly put, it was crap. I will be posting this then in a different order to make it more bearable.
You can, of course, skip this chapter and go ahead to the next chapter. This is just a small setting for the events that will take place later on in the story.
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The Legend of The Wolf: the myth.
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Albus Dumbledore paced through his office, walking around in circles, scratching his beard with his left hand, while holding his wand on the right. He approached the pensive and tapped his head with his wand, but just as his thought had reached the pensive he took it back into his own head.
He paced some more around his office before he came to a halt in front of one empty wall. 'Alohamora' he whispered and a secret drawer opened before his eyes. There were many archived folders, all labelled and with precise dates. His hands recovered the bunch of folders, taking one single folder which had a strange label. It said: "Here follows the events of 1975". Dumbledore opened it and took a paper that looked like a magazine article, this had the following handwriting inscription on its top:
Exhibit A: The myth.
Lovegood, T. (1960). All you wanted to know about the myth on the foundation of our universe. The Quibbler, 66, 25-26.
Beneath it, the article read:
"Urusmal was the first God ever to exist. He was created by the fusion of particles of nothingness, magic and mud and dust. Modern-day wizards usually ignore his existence and focus more the applicability of their own powers, but there is more to our magic than we allow ourselves to think of.
Urusmal, the first, looked upon him and all was empty. The universe was an immense nothingness, and he was sad. He then evoked all his mighty powers and decided to create masses of energy we call stars. But the nothingness around him absorbed all the things he conjured. At seeing this he decided to create the universe that is simple like a sandbox of something-ness where he can play and create. He has, of course, created several universes that are parallel one to another. Most universes are interlaced and connected to one another (there are specific portals in some planets, planet earth has several of them, as it is specifically stated in the book 'Of parallel and perpendicular universes' by Karen Ayemeknuts, thus making planet Earth a logical pathway planet to several alien species.)
Wizards expert in the subject have agreed (or at least most of them have) that the universes created by Urusmal are, put in a simple simile, like several elaborated hamster cages interlaced to one another. The pathways, or 'wormholes' as they are called by the muggles, are of an almost hydraulic complexion.
After creating these, Urusmal finally was able to conjure the stars. Stars are in fact light balloons full of live, death, energy and a little bit of nothingness, therefore becoming pathways once all their energy is extinct. For a while their light, their birth and death amused the One.
It was later on that the First created the worlds. At first just masses of cosmic rubbish put together. And he was entertained by their spherical figure. After a while he was bored again, and so he decided to create others like him so they would be entertained together.
He split amoeba-like and from his stomach was born Psycalo, the god of thought and reason; from his limbs was born Dävi, the goddess of life; from his hands was born Tinmãto, the god of darkness and despair; from his feet was born Óliga, the goddess of dreams, hope, light and wishes; from his head was born Homogollön, the god of death. These are the secondary gods. And they, along with Urusmal created a lot of changes. They created waters and trees and valleys and galaxies and stars in a constant sandbox game.
It is said that Urusmal and the secondary gods created evil and good not as different things but a single one. There are no real antitheses in any universe. Evil must exist in order for good to exist and vice versa. Life is a required if there is to be death. Thus, as much as a creature is able to stretch his or her own lifespan, no creature is ever able to live forever. Death is usually the change in outer complexion of the creature. Most gods have already died and been reborn a minimum of 1.000.000 times. The only creature known to wizards able to imitate this cyclic death-life of the gods are the phoenixes.
It was some time later that the gods decided to create, of course, more gods: the minor gods. There are gods for everything. The ancient Romans and Greeks and Egyptians were not in the wrong track when they believed that there were gods that control everything we see. There is a god who specializes in the air (Wakanambe), fire (Ghrrouth), in the placing of moons (Guanicú), and in taking care of certain creatures like canines (Rirnef) or rodents (Röus)…"
At this point the journal article was broken as if someone had ripped the page apart in a rush. Albus Dumbledore sighed and put the folder over his desk table and sat across it, his hands upon his knees. He stood up again and walked toward his pensive...
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A/N: I know I shortened it a lot and right now it doesn't make sense, but it will! It will! I promise!
Here follows, again my long authors's note.
It's been almost three years since I first posted this story, but a new and improved version is needed due to the inconsistency of the original one. (Or so the author feels)
This new edition, I hope, will be better than its precursor, and I think it's worth to read it, even if you have read the first version of it, I have added some things I think that are relevant to the plot and eliminated others that are not important at all.
The characters have their own personalities, although I have studied my mischief-making friends to make the marauders characters realistic so I would like to thank them for all the inspiration they have proven to be.
Finally, I'll repeat that almost nothing on this story belongs to me but some of the characters and the plot, and as I do not get paid for writing these stories, I have no problems with allowing people to borrow them.
The plot was never intended to be a Mary-sue so please, if you feel it is so, tell me and I will correct it.
PS: please forgive me for my lousy use of the English language. Please have in mind English is not my first language, but feel free to criticize my work as harshly as you would criticize a native speaker. Reviews are welcome and encouraged and if you ask me to review your work, I will, but please do ask, otherwise I will carry on with my studies (which is what I should really do instead of writing in here)
PS2: I dedicate my work to Joltz and Blaise, though it may never achieve the greatness of their work, this is just a token of my gratitude towards you two. (If you haven't read any of their work look up for them, they're great!)
The long thank- you list:
First of all I want to thank the people who read this and most of all the people who review my work, it is an honour for me. It is a great gift you give me by allowing me to improve.
My parents for beta-reading this story the first time I posted it.
For my own army of marauders... of course you are not mine... but you are my inspiration... awww... you know what I mean...
thank you Pedro, José Luis, Victoria (Vi_Q), Nicolás, Roselyn and Mayra... although you have been my greatest headaches at times (and some of you still are) I will still cherish the moments. Some of them anyway.
Thanks to my mischief making cousins: Javier, Louran (Bones or whatever they're calling you nowadays), Albert, Maria Fernanda (Marifaty) -you foursome have been the best cousins I could have ever asked for-, Ricardo (Kaos), Fernando (THE Nando), Ramiro –I still dread seeing you all together since I always seem to become the principal target of your pranks, but I love you guys just the same and I reckon you have helped me out when I have been about to get caught (specially you Nando, thanks!).
Thank you Saci and Karla, although you are more of a crazy-boy-hunters pair... you two nuts make me laugh with your audacity. I could easily write some characters in your resemblance but they will never be as good as the real thing.
Thanks to 'La Legion del mal'... You are all evil and you know it!! Phew... come to think of it... I only get to mix up with the badies. How come I grew up to be such a good girl? *Leo starts making fun of her* Shut up Leo! Anyway I am not as bad as you are, you pervert! I know you too have done things like that but I am the only one brave enough to say it...
Anyhow... thank you all. And thanks to all the wonderful people I forgot to put on this list due to my premature Alzheimer ;P... this line is for you ~~~. (So I can't draw a straight line even in a computer... so what? What are you going to do? Punch me? ...OUCH!)
Finito.
