Wolfs Woods
~::The Plot::~
It was common knowledge that they were the worst of brothers. Their relationship was like that of Heaven and Hell - always battling, always fighting for power and authority. Always fighting to be the top dog.
They were evenly matched in size and power, but their hearts were made of different stuff. While one's was comprised of good, loyalty, and justice, the other's was made up of darkness, evil, and hate.
Both brothers had shared one ultimate goal ever since their birth. Both's wish, above all, was to become a Shaman. Shamans were legends. By rule of nature, one Shaman could only appear once every hundred years. But this was only the simplest rule, and often rules such as these are forgotten, and there had not been a Shaman in the Woods for so long - nearing 800 years.
Both brothers had equal potential. Both were intelligent above all. No, intelligent was an understatement. Both were genius above all, for that was the only word that suited the power of the minds of the two brothers. Had they combined such power, perhaps they may have broken the oldest rule of nature, and perhaps twin Shamans may have risen from their concoction.
Alas. There's always one in the family, they say, and the Dark Brother was that One. His overpowering need to become the Shaman, combined with the hate that gnawed at his heart, overshadowed all. Nothing mattered but becoming a Shaman.
But as all stories such as this turn out, light won over dark.
The Good Brother became Shaman. His wisdom and love, and the courage brought by all the goodness in his heart, won out against the maniacal hate that consumed his brother.
And ever since the Good Brothers ascension to the state of Shaman, the Dark Brother disappeared into the dark, murky depths of the Woods, perhaps half by his disgust of his brother, and perhaps half by the Forces that worked nature, to learn his life and to become the Speaker he had been destined to be at birth.
And after all, the Good Brother was the 'Chosen One'.
It was common knowledge that they were the worst of brothers. Their relationship was like that of Heaven and Hell - always battling, always fighting for power and authority. Always fighting to be the top dog.
They were evenly matched in size and power, but their hearts were made of different stuff. While one's was comprised of good, loyalty, and justice, the other's was made up of darkness, evil, and hate.
Both brothers had shared one ultimate goal ever since their birth. Both's wish, above all, was to become a Shaman. Shamans were legends. By rule of nature, one Shaman could only appear once every hundred years. But this was only the simplest rule, and often rules such as these are forgotten, and there had not been a Shaman in the Woods for so long - nearing 800 years.
Both brothers had equal potential. Both were intelligent above all. No, intelligent was an understatement. Both were genius above all, for that was the only word that suited the power of the minds of the two brothers. Had they combined such power, perhaps they may have broken the oldest rule of nature, and perhaps twin Shamans may have risen from their concoction.
Alas. There's always one in the family, they say, and the Dark Brother was that One. His overpowering need to become the Shaman, combined with the hate that gnawed at his heart, overshadowed all. Nothing mattered but becoming a Shaman.
But as all stories such as this turn out, light won over dark.
The Good Brother became Shaman. His wisdom and love, and the courage brought by all the goodness in his heart, won out against the maniacal hate that consumed his brother.
And ever since the Good Brothers ascension to the state of Shaman, the Dark Brother disappeared into the dark, murky depths of the Woods, perhaps half by his disgust of his brother, and perhaps half by the Forces that worked nature, to learn his life and to become the Speaker he had been destined to be at birth.
And after all, the Good Brother was the 'Chosen One'.
The Brothers:
