Walacchia 3006

It was terrible winter and suddenly a person lost. No flowers breathed and no animal dwelt there in that snowy land, unforgiven and forsaken since lots of years. The Ancient Evil harped a village every years its treasures, escaping from the king's guards and it devasted the place in the end of its introduction. By now tired the king decided to kill the beast, calling in that night Balaur the devourer. 

More knights did not return from the battle and the king was bored and tired, taking an other meansure: sending a prince against the beast and he invited five pinces in his castle's hall. During the decision four princes denied his proposal, going away leaving the latest there. He had truly not a prince's appearance, he was looking like a hunter or a mercenary while he was wearing a strange trench coat. 

His ice eyes looked at the king understanding about his fear of that creature named Balaur by himself. He was very dark in skin, ice blue moved up a bit hairstyle with a falling fring on his forehead; his trench coat was white, ornated with gold stripes at v shape both front and back and other coat's sides, and his dark blue pants were closed by a white ring, at v shape too, near the knees and ice blue luminescent a bit talons. 

"the monster you will kill or this kingdom will fall, it's all in your hands. Fàt Frumos is your name, isn't? Go forth and kill the beast!"

Fàt had got a tattoo similar a light blue sun with two stripes below the symbol, his foreheads were covered from azure wrists, hands had got medium ice claws and they were of his face's colour. It was a strange type who accepted the quest given by the king to him: finding the stealer and killing it, and returning back. 

He did it walking no stop to the creature's cave and walking in continuous through the silent forest, killed by the snow, till to stop in front of a fessure. Made of solid ice, it was looking like an iceberg and a person could risk to glide on no will but the young did not slive because his talons blocked the ground. He walked on meeting a serious gallery taking over a big room where the smoke was expanding there; it was the Balaur told by the king!

He stretched his arms in front of the beast and he summoned his legendary weapon with his energy, the Great Heart was his winning blade and he threw out the weapon against the ice: one way to disturb the monster during its sleeping and he pointed the luminescent blade up.

As soon as being woke up the devil was there, looking the boy with its wiked eyes. It was red like the fire, its had got a red eye in left and a purple eye in right, and it had got a head; it had got two wings and two front weak harms, while the rest was serpent like shape. Its features were spooky and deathly to look but he was not afraid.

"A knight is always a pleasure visiting my home, everyone have got a goal to come. What's your, miserable insect? You can't fear me“

The defender kept quiet leaving the creature to speak a lot, to understand about its business like monster hunter, and he jumped on its head after avoiding fastly one of its bites. He could dodge any creature's move showing his fighting ability till to cut its tail off, making itself insane from the pain and it flied out the cave pursued by the prince.

"how do you dare to slay the silence? “

Out of the fessure dragon and knight were there to fight for their different reasons and according the legend of the Balaur, a neighbor flat land was choosen as battleground. The dragon attacked the prince from the sky but its move resulted a failure, because it was pierced in heart from Fàt Frumos' weapon who extracted the blade and the monster had been muted into a green crystal fragment.

The quest was a success for the hero who came back to the king, grating him proposing to marry his daughter. He gave him the lost fragment in hand like sygn of victory against the beast but, the man retired the jewl giving it to him and the hero went away finding other monsters to slay.

It was a cold day. Life ceased to be in that time. People were not around to buy surprises or to do anything else and the sky was crying snow slowly. After that pulsing stopped in that village built in front of a frozen not very big lake. 

Its houses were made of pine wood and they were built in a low mountain. Each house was built one upon the other in a particular elevated height like if they would cover almost the small mountain, they were divided from plated and narrow a bit streets.

Fallen scales were only accessible angle to get on and off on foot. While the white covered the stoney ground among them and short enclosures delimited that street, fully covered of snow rending sometimes difficult the passage of cars and lorries. 

No turist had never been visited that location in this year encept me, who moved finally there after a long travel by the plane from Italy and It was new home. That town was desolated and not more people lived there in general, there were only twenty wooden houses and familiar a bit.

I had been met new people there, specially I did friendship with two only girls: Gabriella and Mirella. They came from my same nation but, in different towns. Mirella and Me lived in Sciacca and Gabriella was Sambuca. Three italian girls into a foreign village of the North Canada.

More days passed from our arrive in that cute mountain village. We frequented quietly the scholl together but in different classes, we found careful classmates and a girl suddenly invited us to participate in one of local parties. 

In front of the school, the party's place was a few passes from my house and a surprise will attempt there. Then Six hours passed fastly. I had been finished finally homework and i was excited to go in that strange party but, i did not what wearing there. 

I took my white sharf and winter cap and I got off out. It was my decision and I sat down beside Sasha, the girl met at school who her grandfather was a famous hunter. I found my good frends sat down on robust trounces: they were three and they were set in such a way to form a triangle around the fire. 

Mirella and Sasha moved left, Gabriella and me set right while the old hunter was in front of the campfire. The old man did not walk well, he sat down between his nephew and Gabriella beginning to tell a story: it was a famous legend and the Wendigo was its creepy protagonist. 

"Once time ago a hunter and his company decided to hunt a bear, a beast which destroyed his village in the recent night. Looking they had got on bow and arrow case ready to find the animal, the shaman prohibited to not hunting the bear and he left them. 

One of them waited the night and he went into the forest behind the village, his intentions were good and he found the death after to have seen that beast. He shot up an arrow against the creature's heart dying, he cut off its head taking to home hoping to be applauded as hero. 

But the fame went way when the shaman saw him while he was running with the bear's head, the old man pointed the forest and the hunter was kicked off in the end. Hearing those cursed words his head was haunted from horrible thoughts causing an unknown trauma which it forced him to leave the village and he left all. 

By now taken from madness obscurity pierced his heart muting into ice, hungry killed his stomach and he ceased to be. But he was not died, his skin was brownish darkest than the night. 

Vibrated his hands on the bush changing into mortal tips, horns grew up on his head while his beauty came in ruin muting into a malevolent wolve like shape. Crippling the fresh wind the skin broke in pieces showing its ribcage and his legs died into deer like paws no pily, his posture curved more forcing to chain on the ground. 

His humanity was gone. He was victim of that curse and that unlucky wandered alone in the forest, causing disorders and killing any kind of alive being. It was called Wendigo the divourer, hunters have never killed that thing which it was considered almost immortal and a silver weapon can cease to be its hungry."

Everyone perceived fear in telling that horrible tale except me who, was not afraid of its mythic existence. It was only an ancient legend whose a mysterious truth was hidden in according to me, one person who knew that tale studied before to leave her nation. 

That did not matter to me but my friends were still trembling if a cursed hurted their bodies. it was not the story but the way how the man told us, his words haunted their minds and the cold was spooky too. That was their frozen fear in general and not that stupid story. 

I knew that monsters could only into the books of tales, they ere told to children like formation and that thing went out from his words looked like true and authentic. It was not a thing adapted to speak in a party like that because, it made sense but a hunt came in his mind.

"I know there are wolves in that forest, back our village and this is their hunt time. Why shall we make a trap to block them? It will be cool but more people knew a man ate his rival to protect his wife by his violent blade one year ago, a part of howlings, wolves and monsters of the night. Authorities found the rests of his rival into the lake while there are not traces about the killer."

That happening was most terrible than that legend, it was only a fight for love and I thought it was only a way to vanish the trances and it did not be a wolf or a bear looking for that told by him. Something had been contrite his death and I was thinking at the frozen temperatures. 

"It's Canninbalism, it's impossible a civil one could eat his similar. This thing is exceeded, a wolf or a bear could eat him and I suppose similar animal should kill that man! If he is still alive, where will we find this kind of criminal?"

My mates calmed a bit. The story caught their mind and this curiosity became a passion. They wanted to know the truth and inviting me of night to hunt wolves in the forest, my reaction was not convinced and I was feeling that shaman of that story. I was sure that going into the forest was a bad idea according to more news in tv. 

There was something not good in that happen before and walking in the empty was useless to me but, terribly I agreed their propose if i was also contrary. I was not an excited type to do a strange travel facing the empty, that was not a film where the protagonist saved after a long agony wasted in a forest of night. 

It was the reality and any decision taken could take yourself seriously to meet the Grim in person, able to decide your density of life or death. This thought push myself to follow them to across the street until to bring me into that mysterious entrance.

"Why are you so cold, Ioana? It'll wonderful to go hunting wolves together. what's wrong, Godzilla?"

Asked Mirella to me. I did not look her near that frightening natural door, i knew she was worried about my feelings but It was necessary to be so for me and I decided to keep out. There to take a look them when their passes pushed foward in to caponize inward the look, moving my eyes thinking at that story of the lost hunter.

"Your Godzilla is here to wait you. Good luck, Dragon hopes you should bring something from your suddenly hunt and it's better you shall go out from that labirint! It's an advice to look out dangers around you. " 

I was worried for them. They were only thinking that I was afraid. That was wrong, I was there only to look them disappearing in the dark. It was their fault facing that obscure place, I knew that forest and that wood did not inspire salvation. 

I did may well or not to let them diving into that hell. It did not inspire confidence with that my hears were listening. There were only howlings and other fastidious rumors but, something shut up them. Acute voices interrupted those verses, there was something wrong in and my senses perceived expectations more extreme and horrible.

"I knew well that walking was only a trap. I am their angel almost and i must know what caused their screams."

I closed my eyes trying to understand what part of the wood I would go, my ancient vision could only find both predators and preys. But finding my friends there it was a hard work, may spending more time to find them killed than alive. And moving everywhere I had been found the solution: they were trapped in front of various intriguing roats, they screamed help finding to call the alpine rescue who nobody answered there. 

Among their position there was a hungry wolf pack. Wolves were not a danger because a shot could definitely finish their life, thus they were mortals and I moved the strange vision on a wolf wounded by Gabriella trying to protect the group. While the shot broke the animal's heart, she looked over those roats a greedy shadow which ate the poor victim. It was a disgusting show. 

"I am a defender, not a surrender and the legend of the Wendigo speak clear and that thing is true. The Wendigo is here but no fear, there is now me in scene and I will send that voracious out. I promise, my friends!"

At that scene my eyes opened suddenly, if i was in front of that scene. I did something like defeat the Wendigo and but, how will I do to stop him? I know it's risking my life and flying is my last answer. Before to transform I had going on the forest and finding a tree where I will take off.

I took a breath disappearing the hat and the scarf with my powers, I passed over that door and I began to run into that unlimited gallery where I could lost. No aspecting more my will shined all my body, wings and my guardian outfit were ready now and I raised to the sky. 

"The protector is here, let's find them and let's kill the Wendigo! I am coming, rotten waft!"

My eyes were green like the hope to see again my friends alive, like my blue sleeveless unique gim suit strict a bit with small collar making a sportive look. Inserts attached to my ankles keeping the wearing practicable and blue light talons a part of boots like another fairies, my free arms were luminescent blue like foot and I had got claws in hands. 

I was a hybrid between a fairy and a dragon together with my jagged iridescent hight wings, adapted to overcome birds and fighting creatures like the wendigo that I will try to face. My hairstyle was easy composed from a ponytal and translucent veils were back, making a strange confusing effect in fight.

Shined my wings and I landed back in the place given from my vision. They were alive except those wolves, they were dead all from away but my eyesight look over my position a curved shadow jumping on Mirella and I threw a hidden ray to attract its horrible taste. 

She was free finally and she run to my position looking me with shocked and afraid look. She had never seen a strange fairy in the heart of the night, pointing at each other me. They could not recognize me in that moment of terror suddenly, caused by the creature that was pursuing them. 

"Fairies don't exist in general."

As soon as Gabriella was saing me that, the beast went on her. She threw a scream against the creature blocking her to bite her arms but, that did not happen thanks to a blue ray flinting the wendigo to the neighbour tree with violence by me ready to hit hard hurry. 

"I am not a whatever fairy. Thanks you that beast is weak to my powers, it has been a long lost its energy wandering alone here. Why shall I be here if fairies don't exist?" 

I was almost ironic to say that to her. She did not know a fairy could save their life while, the creature stund up looking the group angry. I kept my friends and Sasha back my wings leving me to fight. The predator was an easy prey when I gave a decided karate kick to decrease a bit its fury. 

"keep your energy down, filthy beast!" 

It jumped back my wings trying to kill them but, my glance was not in a point. I moved my hand up and I turned back to block its movement with a protective digital shield. Punching everywere the creature could not break my barrier, I cracked my fingers destroying the shield with the freak on and I teleported myself and my friends out of that forest.

In the end the wendigo kept only a legend and it was sealed forever into tales and books after that enterprise made by who want keeping straight a friendship.