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“Red Moon: The Beginning”

It had all started with greed and a book. A book named Red Moon. It was said to grant the wishes and desires of the user who obtains it. Many people had fought wars and battles over this deceiving item once it was spread acrossed the land. There was one who obtained it and did the most unforgivable thing, a priest who wished and desired for the harvesting to come; for there to be no more blood and bones.
So when he obtained the book, Red Moon, he wrote in it his desires and his life as of when he obtained it. The strangest thing happened to him, he had dreamed that indeed harvest had come and the women had begun to do their regular chores. There wasn’t even a speck of blood anywhere, not even corpses or bones. The next day had actually become as true as his dream. The priest had realized it was the book’s doing; here his vision was filled with corruption, filled with greed. Soon wars started again, tribes and others going against each other.
This in turn caused the priest to go mad in the mind; making the most unforgivable thing happen. With the book he wrote in his final desire, his final will. He desired that the Lord of the Night, Rampage who was known as a beautiful goddess throughout the land, to be cursed.

“I wish to curse the Lord of the Night. I wish to curse the flower that has forever loved us... I wish to adorn the work that lies in silence... And I greatfully accept the blessing of a fiery, glorious ending.”

The curse was that when a young female wolf was near death, the Lord of the Night was to aid her and the young female wolf would accept her aid; this making two souls in one body. This was the beginning of the life of Requirkmkvr fnier Oritva Rampage and of Demmonouvkr Na'hani.

Soon came the year fifteen eighty-seven. A young female pup was born in a mountain in South Indonesia on the island of Karatoia; she was born different from her brothers and sister; even different from her own parents. Her name was Demmonouvkr Na'hani or Na’hani for short. Na’hani’s eyes were that of amber and her coat was tawny; Different markings coated her body with different colors such as smoked, black, and dark brown. Yet her brothers and sisters had reddish coat like their mother.
One day though, Na’hani, one of her sisters, and Kahlil’, the alpha’s son, were making their way to the cliffs to have some fun. It was this day that everything took a turn when they ran into a wolverine. The wolverine had chased them all the way towards in end of the cliff. It had aimed for Na’hani, luckily she had dodged it. Unfortunately, Kahlil’ was struck and knocked over, though he managed to cling to the cliffs side.
Na’hani had wanted to do something but she couldn’t, and when the alpha male’s son fell, he called out her name on the way down. Her sister who was watching had gotten the idea in her head that it was Na’hani who had pushed him over, that it was all Na’hani’s fault. Her sister had went and told the pack what had happened in her detail and how she ‘saw Na’hani push Kahlil’ over the cliff’.
When the news hit the alpha, everything broke out. Na’hani was banished from them, even her father agreed to go along with the banishing. They had made sure she went acrossed the frozen river. Then by going to far and making sure she couldn’t come back, the pack worked together and pushed a boulder into the river; crushing the ice and making no way to return over. Na’hani was now alone, now put through the test of survival through such an early age; being an only mere pup.
Months had gone on with Na’hani being alone, though during this time she taught herself how to hunt and to survive. In the early process of all this though, she had gained a fear….a fear of the night. For it was at night when her pack had cast her out and her father. For six months she had been alone, and one day a wolverine had come and attacked her; she barely escaped. Two moths later and it had happened again. This time….she didn’t get so lucky. It was during a thunderstorm that a wolverine had come and attacked her.
Poor Na’hani was tore to shreds and left alone for dead. It was then, that the priest’s wish and desire had activated.

As the priest had wished, Na’hani had prayed for strength. As she wanted the strength, Rampage had came and granted it without hesitation; healing her wounds as well. The cost was that Na’hani would be immortal and that Rampage would live inside of her. Both souls now sharing the same body, one a demon and the other a legend…

Rampage had taken over Na’hani’s body and ran into her brother that had betrayed her like the rest of the pack. Anger had gone through Rampage, anger at how the brother had tried to beg for forgiveness of the past. Within seconds…red was seen. No longer was Na’hani’s brother alive. No longer was Na’hani much in control.
Now in our day, the past still remains deeply in both Rampage’s and Na’hani’s hearts; one or the other always controlling the body. What will remain of them? What will remain of the demon and the legend?

By: Dark