The Long Road: Prologue and Summery (Sorry! I Forgot About the Summery! Silly Me!)
Posted May 24th, 2011 by Tarka
Tarky Barky Boo (Tarka) |
in the forest beneath the stars, waiting
Hi! This is Tarka speaking. I promised you a story soon, so here goes nothing! Enjoy!
Hello everybody! I was smart and forgot to post the summery! I WOULD do something like that...... just kidding. Well, here it is in its entirety! It gives NOTHING away, just so you know....
Half-tree Forest is sinking deep into despair. The wolf-dictator Tegorr and his army of wolves are breaking the Sacred Code of the Hunt, taking the strong and tender-of-flesh for themselves, causing the great herds to slowly die. Indeed, Entessa, the prophetess doe, has recently been killed, and now her son is the last hope of Half-tree . Many other predators are taken in by Tegorr and his empty promises, accepting the foolery of law breaking. . But there are some who resist......
A band of faithful wolves rise up against this treachery, led by their valient captain Eoyard. Two best friends are given a mission: save the prophet fawn, for Tegorr is out for blood. They must leave everything they know to help a complete stranger who may not even accept them.
But the road to the fawn is long and hard. The two young wolves have many allies, but some may not be true. For everyone has a secret. No one can be trusted; even brothers are split apart. Tensions are running high, and alliances are breaking. Betrayals have become an everyday occurance. The fate of Half-tree rests on the shoulders of two young wolves, but Tegorr has eyes everywhere. He himself has, perhaps, the darkest secret of all, and he is always watching, watching, watching.........
The creatures of Half-tree Forest lived in fear, and for good reason. Every season brought a new danger. Summer brought thunderstorms that could strike down a tree or bring fire to the pastures. Autumn brought the rut of the deer and elk, crashing antlers and thrashing hooves. Winter brought bitter cold, little food, and huge amounts of snow. Spring brought the melted snow rushing into rivers, flooding the forest lowlands. But the animals knew that every season brought good things as well as dangers. They had survived for many years, and would continue to do so.
Half-tree Forest was a different world entirely, set apart from the worlds of men, so the forest creatures should have had few things to fear. They were larger than the animals of Earth; a stag being the size of a Clydsdale horse, a coyote being the size of a large Shetland pony. But even the predators; the lynxes, the cougars, the coyotes, the wolverines, and the foxes were terror-stricken.
Fearful of Them.
Huge and unpredictable.
Swift and deadly.
They were strong on Their own, and indestructible in groups. They were cunning, and feared nothing. One of Them was a terrible dictator, ruling the forest with an iron paw. His warriors struck fear into the hearts of all, and his name was a curse on the tongue. No creature knew why he lusted after power, only that he was savage and not to be tangled with.
But in that dark time, there was yet a glimmer of hope.
News began to spread through Half-tree, that some of Them had broken away and now supported the downfall of the dictator. However, Half-tree was yet frenzied with fear, for the hope was still in Them. One question had not yet been answered.
Who do we trust?
And so, They were still hated, in this dark and blood-bathed time. Hated for Their breed, for who They were, not for the vile purposes of some, as it should have been. Them. Sharp-eared, swifter than wild horses, fiercer than stags in rut. Shaggy-coated, wise-eyed, black-hearted.
They were wolves.
And They were at war.
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