The Boy Who Cried 'Wolfmon'!
Chapter 1: 'Prologue'
A long time ago, there was a village that went by the name 'Tallatpicka'. This village had suffered from many raids and the small population was starving. The elders then spoke of a powerful being: The Wolfmon!
They stated that if you spoke a special prayer at midnight during a full moon, that the Wolfmon would come to your aid, no matter where you were . . . But for a price, of course. You had to offer him livestock. Only then would the Wolfmon obey.
The villagers swept that idea away. They would never believe such an absurd folktale. Besides, what little livestock they did have, they had to keep for themselves.
But there was one boy who did listen . . .
. . . His name was Hiroshi Kanbara.
Hiroshi was only 10 years old at the time, so he practically believed everything he was told. Despite being gullable, he was sneaky.
A half-hour before midnight on the night of the full moon, Hiroshi snuck out of his bedroom and stole a cow from his neighbor. He then led the animal away from the village into the nearby meadow.
The boy killed the cow and dragged it onto a large, flat boulder. He already knew the special prayer he had to recite, his mother sang it to him as a lullaby when he was smaller.
"These nights have always been bitter and cold,
I've always wondered when it would stop,
I've always wondered what I would be when I become old,
Will I have yet to reach the top?
Or maybe when this moon shines down on me,
I will learn the lesson told,
Or maybe they will begin to believe,
That dark things can become gold,
They will believe this 'Moonshine',
They will understand what I mean,
When they dine,
With kings and queens."
Hiroshi spoke the prayer and waited. He gazed up at the full moon for a sign of the Wolfmon, and sure enough, a shadow passed through it's light. The gleeful boy grinned from ear to ear, certain that things would be different from now on.
Hiroshi woke up the next morning when his mother awakened him. She exclaimed that there was a large pile of gold coins was piled in the middle of the village along with everything that was ever stolen from them.
Ever since then, the same village of Tallatpicka has given the Wolfmon offerings every 50 years in exchange for protection from raids. But only a certain person can give the offering: A member of the Kanbara family.
And that's where our story begins . . .
END OF CHAPTER 1 . . .
Ritina: Yay! First chappy up! I'll post the next one up soooon! I'll try to make that one longer! Yeah, I wrote the prayer. I'm not good at rhyming. So sorry if it doesn't make any sense or if it's kinda weird. Yeah, I'd make a proper border to separate my comments from the story, but the thing won't let me do them. Blargh. So now I'm doing my comments after the END OF CHAPTER things.