Wolf Magic: A Fantasy of Werewolves and Witches in the Twilight by Sascha Illyvich Page B
Authors: Sascha Illyvich
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talked about by the Fertility Goddess or Boldog Asszony. She was the mother of all fertility, harvests, of mates and all things created amongst the wolves who inhabited the lands.
Then the humans came and brought Christianity with them, converting some of the wolves to Catholicism. "
Emese wanted to stop the story here, but the voice, the power that had control of her body refused.
"There was peace between the humans and the wolves for hundreds of years, but as humans populated the region and conquered individual lands, the Austro-Hungarian Empire became two separate entities within the two cultures.
The earth had been burned just to make light that man could see. Some humans were never content with what they had been given in this life, so wars had been started that forced the entire world to pay the price for their greed and pride. Bombs dropped, bullets and smoke filled the lands, making the wolves in those areas sick and killing others. "
Emese sensed the spirits discontent at man 's desire to conquer and claim what was not his. "So many humans died during the many wars. Scarcity of food became such a problem that the wolves were forced into hiding to avoid being hunted to remove the competition for what food remained."
Even as the words flowed from her mouth, Emese knew the silver furred pup would take in all the information, would see her tears slide down her face.
"While the humans and wolves divided so did the wolves. Their magic began to disappear, their lands were taken from them. Wolves began migrating and learning how to appear human, using the archaic magic bestowed upon them by their beloved Boldog Asszony. What part of their magic disappeared?
None seem to understand the delicate society created by the wolves in response to the gifts they were given, the paradise they had been blessed with and lost. Many packs had been broken up and scattered throughout Europe and America. The Opeth pack, the pack truly blessed by Her gift had managed to remain on their original lands, but contained only a handful of members. "
Tears stung the backs of Emese 's eyes. With a curse, Emese broke free of the spirit inhabiting her body and dropped to the ground. Landing on her hands and knees, she struggled not to fall forward. Her flesh was weakened from being used by the spirits.
The awesomeness of power that filled her pressed against every cell, bone and muscle of her being until it threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.
Kiba stood silent like a good pup a distance away. The wolves learned long ago that it was bad to mess with the pack witch after events like that when no power could be offered to replace what she had lost. She was certain he hadn't yet learned to use his powers to heal. He was not a healer, only a temporary Alpha until one was born strong enough to lead the pack and not be affected by the Flower Maiden's disease.
She cried for them that night. Wolves howled a lonely song in the distance, raising the hair on the back of her neck. The song wasn't eerie so much as it was sad.
Hopefully the two born to her recently would survive with the help of the pack. She named her first daughter Éva and her second daughter, Selene. Both were born of a witch who bore wolf's blood and would have special powers of their own. Emese hoped her daughters could protect the Opeth pack from all the suffering it would endure over the coming years.
* * * *
Five years later
"Paradise is bullshit," Kiba muttered on the way back from a successful hunt. He had yet to forget that awful night when he saw Emese last. It pained him still to see her floating in mid air, speaking as though she were merely a tool for the spirits that watched over the wolves.
After the last of his hunting mates had brought food into the village, he waited. He watched doors close and knew wolves were preparing for a feast to celebrate a successful hunt and harvest. They did well tonight, thank the Goddess.
Wiping strands
Then the humans came and brought Christianity with them, converting some of the wolves to Catholicism. "
Emese wanted to stop the story here, but the voice, the power that had control of her body refused.
"There was peace between the humans and the wolves for hundreds of years, but as humans populated the region and conquered individual lands, the Austro-Hungarian Empire became two separate entities within the two cultures.
The earth had been burned just to make light that man could see. Some humans were never content with what they had been given in this life, so wars had been started that forced the entire world to pay the price for their greed and pride. Bombs dropped, bullets and smoke filled the lands, making the wolves in those areas sick and killing others. "
Emese sensed the spirits discontent at man 's desire to conquer and claim what was not his. "So many humans died during the many wars. Scarcity of food became such a problem that the wolves were forced into hiding to avoid being hunted to remove the competition for what food remained."
Even as the words flowed from her mouth, Emese knew the silver furred pup would take in all the information, would see her tears slide down her face.
"While the humans and wolves divided so did the wolves. Their magic began to disappear, their lands were taken from them. Wolves began migrating and learning how to appear human, using the archaic magic bestowed upon them by their beloved Boldog Asszony. What part of their magic disappeared?
None seem to understand the delicate society created by the wolves in response to the gifts they were given, the paradise they had been blessed with and lost. Many packs had been broken up and scattered throughout Europe and America. The Opeth pack, the pack truly blessed by Her gift had managed to remain on their original lands, but contained only a handful of members. "
Tears stung the backs of Emese 's eyes. With a curse, Emese broke free of the spirit inhabiting her body and dropped to the ground. Landing on her hands and knees, she struggled not to fall forward. Her flesh was weakened from being used by the spirits.
The awesomeness of power that filled her pressed against every cell, bone and muscle of her being until it threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.
Kiba stood silent like a good pup a distance away. The wolves learned long ago that it was bad to mess with the pack witch after events like that when no power could be offered to replace what she had lost. She was certain he hadn't yet learned to use his powers to heal. He was not a healer, only a temporary Alpha until one was born strong enough to lead the pack and not be affected by the Flower Maiden's disease.
She cried for them that night. Wolves howled a lonely song in the distance, raising the hair on the back of her neck. The song wasn't eerie so much as it was sad.
Hopefully the two born to her recently would survive with the help of the pack. She named her first daughter Éva and her second daughter, Selene. Both were born of a witch who bore wolf's blood and would have special powers of their own. Emese hoped her daughters could protect the Opeth pack from all the suffering it would endure over the coming years.
* * * *
Five years later
"Paradise is bullshit," Kiba muttered on the way back from a successful hunt. He had yet to forget that awful night when he saw Emese last. It pained him still to see her floating in mid air, speaking as though she were merely a tool for the spirits that watched over the wolves.
After the last of his hunting mates had brought food into the village, he waited. He watched doors close and knew wolves were preparing for a feast to celebrate a successful hunt and harvest. They did well tonight, thank the Goddess.
Wiping strands
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