A leisurely hike through Mystery Island becomes a twisted, shadowed path that beckons you into the brush. You frown over your map and chew on your finger nails a little. Nobody else is in sight, but you think you heard a howl somewhere in the distance. Hopefully it would be a friendly tribal lupess willing to help you find your bearings. You become so worried you almost step on a beautiful ebony Spyder that crosses your path. "Oh, sorry miss," You stutter. You pick her up, admiring how her whimsical green orbs glint in the moonlight.
A soothing yet forceful voice interupts your examination. "Sheiron?" You spin around with the Spyder resting on your arm. At the sound, the arachnid glides down your wrist, scurring onto the speaker's massive shoulder. He stares at you with sharp, green eyes. "But yet," you think silently, "his eyes are kind.
A great lupe he was indeed! His silver fur appeared white in the moonlight. He bore luminous eyes that matched his arrowhead necklace. Small, feathery wings (that weren't even attached to his body!) floated over his powerful shoulders. But the most interesting of all, he wore a strange symbol of loss; his left front leg was missing. you were so busy observing the lupe that you didn't notice that his eyes had softened and were now laughing at you. You smile a little.
What is your name, child?" He asked gently. Stuttering, you answer, "guest," The lupe nodded solemnly. "I have been dubbed Cynewell, and this is Sheiron," he said, licking his Spyder.
Before I can help you," He started, "I have one question." Cynewell's luminous emerald eyes glint slyly. "Do you..." he asked, "beleive in magic?" And with that he had disapeared, gone as quickly as he arrived. "Quite rude," you think.
But before you had time to say "Frost-bitten Neggs aplenty," you had been whisked off to a far away land. A land where no queen rules and you must trust your heart to lead you. You groaned and rubbbed your head. You looked up at the dappled sky.
You never answered my question, child. Quite rude." You jumped at the sound. Cynewell gazed down curiously at you. "But, of course, there is no need now. I hold the answer.
And so Cynewell, otherwise Cyne, showed you around his world. Where waterfalls sing, and all seems peaceful. Nothing is at peace, your mother used to tell you during the Meridell vs. Darigan War. But here it was hard to beleive that war had ever took his toll. And hidden in the back of your mind was a curious yet simple question...Why did he take me here?
Seemingly occupied by dancing mushrooms, Cynewell begun a story.
Silver fur had gone wilted grey as he spoke. "A long time ago, we had a queen. During century-long war, her life was taken. She had no heir." He paused, and his eyes turned dull-blue. His necklace became the same shade. "Our kingdom was crippled. The opposing forces had retreated, seeing as our world crumbled. They had taken everything valuble to them..." He paused, staring at his feet. "Everyone wept for our losses. Particularly a young knight who had lost his whole family. The young'n cried himself to sleep one night. In the morning, he marveled over a curious sight. From his tears grew a magnificent tree.
And with that he pointed his muzzle to the moon and howled. His howl was full of many things, like sad, angry, frustration, and love. "Look to the west, child," he murmered. You turned your head. In the distance you saw a cap of fluttering, green leaves. "Tis the tree.
And so our world regrew from the briliant oak. For one more century we lived in peace...Then the enemy found out how rich we were.
He looked up at you. "Their greed is taking it's toll once more. You see, everything looks peaceful here, but it is just a mere mask of reality. Beyond the singing waterfalls and frolicking mushrooms, our world is crumbling again. We need a new queen. And this time, accompanying her, we require a king.
He chuckled a little. "It feels good to talk to someone about my troubles. Thank you, child. But now it is time for our departure, no? So long, guest.
So that was it. You stood up to find yourself back in your neighborhood, as if nothing had ever happened. And suddenly, you realized the answer to Cynewell's question: "Do you beleive in magic?". Indeed, you did. But this journey was yet only one element that will cause your beleif. Look around, guest, and may magic light your path.
Simply, Sincerely, and Humbly, THE END.
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