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Welcome to The Valley of the Lost Ones...
The beauty of the mountains is quite breath-taking as you continue hiking with your friends. You bend down to tie your shoes but your flask falls out of your back-pack. Racing down the hill after it, you trip on a clump of heather, rolling down and down into a valley. You must have hit your head on a rock, because you black out. My Story It was here, in this valley, where my pack and I thrived. In the spring, pups played in the heather and tough grass. In the summer, we tracked the deer down to the loch where they drank. In Autumn, we buried stores of hare and trout. And in Winter, we slept in warm nests of dead fern and moss. We teased the animals of the water, and they grew angry and afraid of our kind. We chased the birds of the sky, making them anxious and fearful of us also. They both chose a representative to speak with the Creator about us wolves. The Loch-creatures chose the Pike and the Sky-creatures chose the Lark. As dawn broke and the wolves slept, they went to her cave of the other side of the Valley. So the Creator made a large black storm cloud in the skies over the Valley, which blasted bolts of lightning at any wolf who dared fly there. In the Loch, the Creator made a terrible monster with rows of razor sharp teeth that plucked innocent pups from the shores that had strayed too close while playing. My pack grew sad and we suffered many terrible losses. In the darkness, I carried the pup to the Creator's cave. "Oh Creator!" I called into the cave, "I...I bring a sacrifice from your most loyal creauture; The Wolf." I heard Her shifting in the darkness of the cave, and I could not go through with it. Hiding the pup behind a clump of heather, I stood alone before the cave mouth. Then the Creator appeared. I awoke in the Creators cave. She looked slightly angry. I knew she must have found out about the packs escape. Likes/Dislikes Likes/Dislikes Love/Sacrifices My kind/Larks The Creator/Pikes Freedom/Winter The Valley of the Lost Ones/Losing my kind About Me Name: Manus12655 Alias: Manus Lives: The sky, The water, The Valley of the Lost Ones Gender: Male Age: Many, many thousands of years Pelt: Greenish with grey and the colours of my soul Personality: Wise, free, thoughtful, lonely Accent: Scottish Fave colour: Purple Mate/Love: None =( Crush: No Offspring: I'm not sure if I can have pups, I must ask the Creator... B/day: Unknown Birthstone: Unknown Birth-Flower: Unknown Family: Currently looking for them
Only time-Enya
Who can say where the road goes,
Who can say why your heart sighs,
Who can say when the roads meet,
Who can say if your love grows,
Who knows? Only time Friends Me! Link Back I will help you find your way back," says Manus, leading you back up the hill. Soon you hear a shout as one of your friends spots you and rushes over. You turn to thank Manus for sharing his story and for helping you, but he is gone. You swear to hearing a lonely howl from somewhere above you... Link Out
You awake and sit up, although the valley is quite beautiful, you begin to fear as the sun is starting to sink and it was about half two when you set out. Wondering how long you've been out and where your friends are, you do not notice a shift in the clouds above. Suddenly, you look up, the cloud appears to be taking form of...A wolf? The large creature runs into the valley, getting into normal wolf size and looking less cloud-like as he comes. Now he is standing before you, a noble, but peculiar looking, creature. His fur looks unreal, light and floaty as if made of greenish moon-light. His eyes reflect the colour of the sky, blue tinted with orange. You think this a coincidence but when you see a cloud roll through them, you realise his eyes are just a piece of the sky. Through his coat are holes forming patterns and such, which reveal the colours of the rainbow.
After looking at you curiously for a while, he finally speaks, an audiable sound, and rough, like waves crashing on rocks, "Welcome, Dear Child, to The Valley of the Lost Ones," he does not allow you time to ask what that means, "I am Manus the Wolf. Long ago I was the last of my kind to follow the deer over moor and rocky mountain. For long centuries I have roamed the endless paths of the sky above and dark waters below in search of my pack. No other wolf have I yet found, though on a stormy night you might hear me call to them from afar. Much have I seen that is now forgotten..." He looks at you with intensity, powerful despite his lack of 'true' eyes.
You look back but cannot hold his gaze, "Tell me." You decide, getting comfortable.
The great wolf nods then begins his tale...
They say that, in the beggining, my kind were presented with three gifts:
The first was The Valley of the Lost Ones, which was vast territory and untouched by man or any other rivals.
The second gift was the loch, which never dried in Summer, nor froze in Winter and magically attracted the deer to it, who felt the need to drink only from its crystalline waters.
But the third gift was very special. My kind were given the power to run amongst the clouds and swim along with the fishes, without ever needing to draw breath.
In return to the Creator, all She asked was that we kept the peace in our perfect Valley and respect our gifts. But in time, my kind forgot to do as She had asked... 
Oh Creator! Do wake up!" Sang the Lark, perching on a rock by the stream that ran through the cave.
Yes, we have come to complain of your wolves!" Gurgled the Pike. The Creator came from the depths of her cave to listen. "They chase my kind when they have no desire to hunt! We live in fear and starve at the bottom of the Loch, too afraid to come up for food!" Complained the Pike.
The Lark nodded, "My kind are also troubled by your wolves," she twittered, "They snap and bark and we grow tired. We cannot sleep as they always keep us on the move."
The Creator was both saddened and angered by her wolves actions, "Then they must be punished!" She cried.
Kill them all!" Sang the Lark.
Destroy them!" Gurgled the Pike.
The Creator thought for a while then then said, "I will keep them off your homes and make them stick to their ground." Though try as She might, the Creator could not take back the Third Gift she had given to the wolves of The Valley of the Lost Ones. The wolves couldn't help but giggle at her failed attempts, which made her angry, "I cannot take back the Third Gift!" she cried, her voice like thunder, "So I shall have to keep you out of the skys and waters by force!" 
One night, the pack leader called a meeting to which everyone must attend, "Fellow wolves," he addressed the rest of us, "The time has come for us to move from the Valley and to find somewhere that the Creator will not trouble us."
There were many mutterings of agreement and disagreement, "But if She finds out, will she not punish us further?" Called a she-wolf, pulling her cub closer to her body.
There were many more mutterings but the leader silenced us with a look, "I have thought of this," he rumbled, "And I have decided that we must leave a sacrifice, to appease the Creator whilst we make our escape. I have volenteered my only son for this...honour." The leader's son was but a few moons old, and was playing with a butterfly, oblivious to his fate. The rest of my kind looked scared but did not argue, "Manus," the leader called to me, "You will take my son to Her cave on the other side of the valley. I...I cannot complete the task myself...I will be leading the pack out of the Valley." I nodded, fear and confusion rose in me, Could I really do this? The poor pup...But I had no choice, I had to do it that night. 
She eyed me closely, "So where is my offering?" She asked, green eyes narrowing.
I was fearful but did not flinch, "I am the offering." I said, standing as tall as my scared limbs would allow.
The Creator stared at me again, then, after a painful moment, broke out into a smile, "You do not fool me, Manus the Wolf!" She boomed, "I know you hid the real sacrifice behind the heather!" The pup popped it's head out and yapped playfully.
I shuffled infront of him to shield him from the Creator, "No--Please don't take his life, he is but a pup! He has done no wrong, I beg of You--"
The Creator cut across me, "I will send the pup back to his father," She clicked her fingers and the pup disapeared, "I am pleased with my sacrifice..." And She reached out to claim me. 
Your kind tricked me," She said, angrily, "They have escaped from the Valley to where I cannot punish them for their wrongs."
I gulped, "Am I dead?" I asked, shaking a little.
The Creator nodded, "I brought you back as a half-spirit. After I claimed my offering, I could not forget your bravey and selflessness that night you saved the cub. For that, Manus. I have gotten rid of the black cloud and the Loch monster. You must now find your pack and tell them if they return, I will make sure that life for them here is good again. But finding them won't be easy, so in return, Manus, I have given you a fine new body." I looked down at myself, my coat was beautiful, ghost-like and I felt a magic in my paws that told me I had greater power in the water and skies than others of my kind, "You are not yet complete." And the Creator traced weaving lines around my ankles and placed her thumb on each of my legs three times and did another weaving pattern on my tail. From a tree outside she plucked a leaf that she placed over each of my eyes, "Now go look." She said.
I went to the stream that ran through her cave and looked. Everywhere where she had traced a pattern or placed a thumb or leaf revealed bright rainbow colours. My eyes showed the colour of the sky.
I have taken away some of your outer skin to reveal the brave and beautiful soul you have underneath, so that when you find your pack, they will recognise you and know I have sent you." And with that, she sent me out into the night to find my kind and make the Valley whole again.
Where the day flows, only time?
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose, only time?
As your life flies, only time?
And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love lies, only time?
That love might be, in your heart?
And who can say when the day sleeps,
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...
As your heart chose, only time?
And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time?
Who knows? Only time
Soon!
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