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Sin's Of The Father	By : fusedtwilight Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sins of the Father

Chapter 18

The Most Ancient Story of the Sun and Moon Tribe

Fusedtwilight: A big thanks to my beta animegirlkiki and thanks to and cheyennenichole for the reviews.
This chapter we learn more about Terra's past. Nuff said.

A week passed and there had been no word from the thunderbird.
Terra had to explain constantly to everyone that time in the real world and time in the spirit world is always in flux so there was no way he could tell when they would get a reply.
Spirits began to return to the area. The pack had to work hard to keep the tribe safe. It was even harder to keep the humans from noticing the strange thing occurring in the area. Had it not been for Terra and his spells it would have been a lot harder.
Qahla's power was kept in check thanks to the bracelet he made from the remains of the stone that held him. It didn't fully cloak his power, but it did prevent a majority of his power from leaking out and upsetting the natural balance.
The day after they gave the thunderbird the message Terra broke the curse on Sam, returning him to his human form. He lied and told everyone he and Qahla broke the curse. Qahla did not correct him, but Terra knew he was going to have to be more careful.
Qahla was going to be keeping an eye on him and making sure he was up to no mischief. Had he known what Terra and Taha Aki were planning he would have blown Terra's cover.
Now it was time for a bonfire. A time where the wolves could relax and enjoy themselves for their hard work. A time where the elders would tell the ancient and secret stories of the tribe.
It was also a historic one, because it would be the first bonfire where the Cullen's were invited.
Despite everything they had been through together, not all of the Quileutes were pleased about the Cullen's presence and the Cullen's were a little apprehensive about the whole thing.
But Qahla insisted and no one was going to argue with the super child.
Even Terra was in attendance, although he interacted with no one and kept to himself. No one bothered trying to talk to him. His aura of isolation and everyone's sense of intimidation towards the immortal kept them at bay.
Terra didn't mind, he preferred isolation and his own console. They had nothing he wanted and he was not there to socially interact.
Qahla was talking with the Cullen's telling them about his ride on the thunderbird.
Claire was with him, listening to his every word. Since she arrived at the party she had followed Qahla everywhere. She got to meet Nessie for the first time; she instantly took a liking to the young dhampire.
The wolves ate loads of food. Emily, Rachel, Sue and Kim made lots of food in preparation for an even with so many wolves. Esme had made some food as well. All of which was soon devoured.
The wolves wearily watched the Cullen's. Things got a little tense when one of the imprints got the courage to speak to one of them. When Emily went to speak with Bella, Kim and Rachel got the courage to do so as well. But Sam, Jared and Paul were close behind.
They talked with Rose Alice and Esme as well. About fashion, about food recopies and even about architecture which was Esme's passion. They also discussed gardening and various other things.
Old Quil and Billy were listening to Jasper talk about his days in the confederate army. Old Quil had fought in a war and was interested to hear about one of the most famous wars.
Soon it came time for stories. Billy told the traditional tales of the Quileute's. The story of Kahaleha and the spirit warriors and of course of Taha Aki (now provided with extra commentary thanks to Qahla.)
Billy and a very good display of showmanship offered Carlisle or any of the Cullen's to tell any tales. Carlisle told every one of his days in the church, of how he became a vampire, learning animal blood could keep them strong, meeting the Volturi then coming to America and starting his own coven.
It was late at night and Carlisle finished his story. Everyone had listened with rapt attention. It was the first time the two groups had shared such knowledge with one another.
"More stories!" Qahla said.
"Yes more!" Claire said.
"I think it is time for bed," Quil said.
"But I am not sleepy, I want to hear more stories Qwil," Claire said giving him her most adorable puppy dog face. It was her most powerful attack, to which Quil was always unable to stand against.
"I am sorry Claire, I don't have any more stories to tell," Carlisle said with a smile.
"And you have heard all my stories dozens of times," Billy said.
"Terra, you must have a story to tell," Qahla said speaking to the immortal who had been sitting by himself on a log.
"I have more than one Qahla. In the time it would take to tell them all you would grow to be a man," Terra said.
"Just tell us one. Please," Qahla begged.
"Pretty please," Claire said.
"With lots and lots of sugar on top," Nessie said.
"Yeah Terra, tell us a good story," Jake said. He noticed how isolated he had been at the party and despite his issues with him wanted to get him more involved in the party.
"One with lots of drama," Rose said.
"And magic!" Seth said.
"And something with a good ending," Emmett said.
Terra was quiet for a moment. He stared into the fire; its light reflected into his eyes, he looked a little eerie.
"I know of one story. One of the oldest in fact. No one save me remembers it."
"Tell us please, the night is still young," Billy said.
"Very well. It has magic, and drama but I can't promise a good ending, it will be up to you if it has such a thing. Listen close all of you, this is the story...of the long forgotten sun and moon tribe."
Terra took a deep breath. When next he spoke, his voice was aged with countless lifetimes of wisdom and knowledge. It was a voice that was too old to belong to such a young body.
"Long ago, before the great cities rose, before time was time and mankind knew not its own name. There were two tribes, the peaceful and gentle moon tribe and the brutal and savage sun tribe. The sun tribe as their name suggests worshiped the sun as their god. They were proud and fierce warriors. They would attack and conquer weaker tribes, killing the men, enslaving the women and children and pillaging what little they had. They would make sacrifices to their god, offering up lives for a good harvest and protection. Life could still be brutal though, children were tested as soon as they were born, if deemed fit they were allowed to live. But if deemed weak they were killed and used to feed the tribe."
"They ate their babies!" Esme said looking horrified by such concept.
"It was a time when good and evil were...nonexistent," Terra said. "And hunger can cause us to resort to drastic measures as I am sure you are aware."
"But they ate their kids, that's messed up!" Rachel said.
"They valued strength above all else. To them the strong survive and the weak die. It is a belief which still holds strong to this day," Terra said.
He took a deep breath and continued his story.
"The moon tribe was of a different sort. They were a good and gentle people. They worshiped the moon and were healers, wise men, and philosophers and were one of the first to use the written word beyond basic images and symbols, unlike the sun tribe who used primitive images and symbols instead of complicated words. Although they were not as mighty warriors as the sun tribe they were powerful mystics. They used their magic to protect the tribe and were sought by many for their wisdom."
"So they were kind of like the spirit warriors of our tribe?" Qahla asked.
"Indeed magic ran strong in their blood and even the smallest child was capable of seeing spirits and performing basic spells. The sun tribe didn't have many shamans in their tribe. Magic did not run as deep in their blood as it did in the moon tribes. This was a good thing. It was the moon tribe's mastery over magic that prevented the sun tribe from every attacking the moon tribe and the moon tribe had no desire to fight in a war of any kind so they never bothered the sun tribe. The two tribes were well aware of one another. There were a few incidents during their early days, but they had come to an unspoken understanding and left one another alone.
"The moon tribe saw the sun tribe as being nothing but a bunch of dumb savages and the sun tribe saw the moon tribe as nothing but a bunch of weak cowards. None the less the sun tribe was much bigger than the moon tribe, but like I said the moon tribe was smarter and made up for their small size with powerful magic and so the two tribe had no other choice but to tolerate one another. Had the sun tribe had stronger magic they would have used it and wiped the moon tribe out.
"Interaction between the two tribes was strictly forbidden for there was a prophecy. It was said that if a child born of both tribes was ever born it would lead to the destruction of both tribes. It was not too difficult for the tribes to stay away from one another. They knew where the boundary lines were and the tribes lived on the opposite side of a large mountain.
"The mountain itself was special. It was a very dangerous place, filled with wild animals and treacherous slopes and all manner of vile spirits. But it was said at the top of the mountain there was something. Now depending on which tribe you lived in you got a different story. The moon tribe said there was great knowledge to be found. The sun tribe thought great power was to be found. Many braves from both tribes dared to make it to the top of the mountain, but none ever returned.
"In the moon tribe there was...I guess you would call him a prince, although they did not have a term for that back then. His name, translated from their language was Silver Moon. He was the son of the chief of the tribe and he was very smart and very powerful and very handsome, he was also graceful and serene, like the god his people worshiped. One day he decided to test the dangers of the mountain. He had been having many dreams about what was at the peak of the mountain, it called to him and despite his father's warnings he set off to climb the mountain.
"Meanwhile in the sun tribe there was...I guess you could call her a princess. Although back then they did not have a word for the term. She was the youngest daughter of the chief of the sun tribe. She was the strongest, the fastest and the most beautiful woman in the tribe. Women in the sun tribe were expected to do as they were told and look after the children and clean their husband's homes. But she, who's name translated from their language would be Blazing Sun was different. She loved to explore, she loved to play rough. She wanted to be a warrior and fight, and because of her less then submissive attitude she was punished many times for being less then lady like. Blazing Sun was fierce and radiant in all ways, just like the god she was named after, but she was a bit odd.
"The magic ran strong in her blood. In fact she had the strongest magical power in all the tribe. But despite her raw power she was not taught. In the sun tribe women were forbidden to be taught magic. Magic was power, and power belonged to men."
"Typical," Leah said rolling her eyes.
Terra smirked and continued. "One day, Blazing found out she was to marry Sharp Rock. The strongest and most talented tracker in the sun tribe. Who also happened to be her half-brother."
"Ewwwww!" Claire said.
"Sick," Paul said.
"Gross," Embry said.
"Nasty!" Seth said.
"They did that?" Collin asked.
"Dumb and retarded, no wonder," Rose said.
"It was the natural way back then. The normal taboos of today didn't exist back then. When she discovered of the arrangement she was furious. She didn't want to be tied down to any man, let alone her brother he was dumb, ugly and he had no problem using a heavy hand on a woman who did not do as she was told. She wanted to be free and do as she pleased, she wanted people to worship her and respect her for more than her good looks, so she decided to climb the great mountain and take the power from the top. Once she had that ultimate power she could do as she pleased and become the greatest warrior ever."
All the women shook their heads in agreement. Obviously approving of Blazing Sun's attitude.
"And so the two set out to the mountain, not knowing of what was about to happen as a result. They met while Silver Moon was hunting, he was after a large pig but before he could throw his spear at it Blazing Sun pounced on the pig, stabbing it with her stone knife until it died. For she too had been hunting it. Silver Moon stared at her amazed. He knew at once she was from the sun tribe, though he had never seen anyone from this himself, he had heard the stories from his elders and knew one when he saw one. She stood proudly in the sunlight, her face and arms covered in blood and the bloody stone knife held proudly in her hand and a savage look of pure delight on her face.
"When she turned and saw Silver Moon the savage looked turned to one of caution and aggression. She knew he was of the moon tribe, though she never saw one of them herself, she heard the stories of her elders and knew one when she saw one. He stood tall and proud before her, his body painted with the ancient runes of his people, his spear in one hand and his staff which was carved from the most sacred tree of his people in the other. He stood calm and serene, not intimidated by her fierce reaction.
'What reason does a son of the moon have here?' she asked him.
'I could ask the same of you oh daughter of the sun,' he responded.
'My reasons are my own,' she said.
'As are mine, though that was my pig you just killed.'"
She sneered at him. 'It is not my fault you were too weak to catch it before me.'
He frowned, not liking her attitude. 'None the less that is mine.'"
She picked up the pig, obviously stronger then she looked. 'I killed it, so by law it is mine.'
"Silver Moon was prepared to argue more, but then he sensed another presence. Before he could warn her one of the great cats who roamed the lands in those days leapt from the shadows. It had smelled the blood and was desperately hungry. Blazing Sun soon found herself pinned by the beast and was looking death in the eye. Before it could sink it's fangs into her roots appeared from the ground and wrapped around it, pulling it away from her. Silver Moon had used his magic to ensnare it and save Blazing Sun, who took the moment to grab her knife and sink it into the cat's throat.
'I thank you son of the moon for saving me. I am in your debit,' she said not sounding too happy about it.
"Silver Moon took the moment to think. He knew the sun tribe was known for being hunters and warriors. The way she easily dispatched the great cat with such courage and grace proved that. He thought of all the people who died before him to get to the top of the mountain and wondered if maybe he should use her debit to his advantage.
"Blazing Sun was considering how she could pay him back. She did not want to waste time repaying one of the moon tribe, she was on a mission, and she did think he would be useful to her. His magic was sure to prove useful on such a perilous journey.
'I am on my way to the top of the mountain, come with me and lend me your skills and your debit will be paid,' he said.
'I too am on my way to the mountain. I could use your skills in magic to aid me in my journey as well,' she said.
"So they agreed to work together to climb the mountain. Many days passed and they had to fight many hungry beasts, climb many treacherous paths and face many evil spirits to get there. As time passed they came to trust one another more and more. It actually got to the point where they started to teach one another the secrets of their tribe. Silver Moon taught her the sciences and magics of his people, teaching her to hone her mystical power. She taught him how to hunt and the warrior ways of her people. She had spied on the men training many times and secretly copied their skills and so taught him how to fight with his fists and how to use weapons like bows and arrows and whips and nets. The sun tribe may have been brutes but they were surprisingly advanced in weapons for their time.
"That's not too advanced. I can make a net myself," Paul said.
"It was ancient times the wheel was considered radical you idiot. Besides, when you're fighting using sticks and stones against spears and nets it is a technological wonder...idiot."
Paul glowered at him but said nothing. Terra continued with his story.
"By the time they reached the top of the mountain they had fallen in love with one another. He was drawn to her passion and warrior spirit. She was so unlike the gentle and timid women of his tribe. She was not afraid to defend herself from anything or anyone and on more than one occasion told him what she thought of him. She was drawn to his gentle and caring nature. Men in her tribe were brutal and primitive, treating women as favored toys at the best of times. But Silver Moon treated her with equality and respect and she was amazed he could be so powerful, yet so caring."
"What did they find at the top of the mountain?" Brady asked.
"Was it power?" Jared asked.
"Wisdom?" Old Quil asked.
"I bet they found a magical device that let them rule the tribes!" Claire said.
"I bet they stayed at the top of the mountain and lived happily ever after," Nessie said.
Terra smiled. "They found nothing save the ruins of another tribe. They found a stone tablet worn from age which was written in a language Silver Moon could barely translate as it was very similar to his people's language. Blazing Sun was able to translate the rest as she recognized many symbols that hailed from her own tribe. They were shocked to discover that once the sun and moon tribes had been one. They had once been the sky tribe. But cultural and religious differences caused a civil war that split the sky tribe into two, and the knowledge of what happened was lost in time, both tribes having happily forgotten of their connection. Although they did not find knowledge or power, they found a different kind of magic...love. Realizing the foolishness of their tribes animosity and drawn to one another they gave themselves to wild and reckless passion."
"Keep it PG please," Bella said nodding to Nessie and the other children.
"Sorry. As they sadly made their way back down the mountain they realized they could never be together as their people would kill them if they learned the truth. He knew she was engaged but he loved her anyway. He promised her he would find her one day, that they would be together. He returned to his tribe and told them nothing of Blazing Sun. He told them the knowledge he learned was of the ways of the warrior. He told them the mountain was a test for the moon tribe to learn to live without magic. And so he taught his tribe what Blazing Sun taught him. How to fight with their bare hands and to hunt by tracking their prey's movements and even used the knowledge she gave him to make new weapons for the tribe.
"Blazing Sun returned to her tribe and told them nothing of Silver Moon. She told her tribe she had learned how to use her magics at the top of the mountain that defending herself from the evil spirits taught her how to harness her power. The men of course protested such a blasphemy led by none other than Sharp Rock, her fiancé and half-brother. But she silenced them all when she set fire to Sharp Rock. Fearing the power she now had the sun tribe bowed to her wishes and made her into the tribe shaman, something which was unheard of in their history.
"And so they both got what they wanted from their trip up the mountain after all. Silver Moon was able to teach his people the hunting and fighting skills from Blazing Sun, while Blazing Sun herself was finally able to get the respect she desired from her tribe.
"They returned to their new lives, pretending to be happy, but secretly longing to be with one another. Weeks passed and soon Blazing Sun discovered she was with child. She lied and told her people it was Sharp Rock's child. She said she left after he had forced himself on her and it was that reason why she had killed him. Many doubted her story but none dared to challenge her. One day, she was contacted by a spirit, it told her Silver Moon had found a way to meet her in secret. Following the spirits instructions she made her way to the base of the mountain and found a cave. Using her magic to make a torch she made her way fearlessly into the cave. After a time she came to a large dark cavern, filled with special crystal that glowed in the dark with a light blue light.
"She also found Silver Moon waiting for her. They fell into one another's arms and he was delighted to find she was pregnant with his child. He told her how he had asked the earth spirits of any way through the mountain and how they told him of a tunnel that went right through the mountain. He told her with the cavern they could meet in secret. Blazing sun was worried for she knew of the prophecy that spoke of the mixed blood child that would destroy the two tribes.
"Silver Moon believed that a child of theirs was destined for great things. It would have the noble blood of both tribes and the magic of the sun and moon. He believed they could raise him to take over both tribe and reunite the sun and moon back into the sky tribe. So it came to pass that they would meet almost every day. It was in this cave that Blazing Sun gave birth to their sun. Whose real name is a secret."
"Why is a secret?" Jasper asked, like everyone else he was amazed by the story.
"It was...forgotten...anyway. Blazing Sun and Silver Moon took turns raising their son. When Blazing Sun returned to the tribe she showed them her son. The elders could tell something was odd about him right away, but they judged him worthy and he was allowed to live. Every so often she would sneak away and meet with Silver Moon in their special secret cave so they could be a family in the safety of the cavern. When their son was old enough to walk and talk Blazing Sun handed him over to Silver Moon who took him to his tribe and told them how he found the child alone and abandoned in the woods and took pity on him and decided to raise him as his own.
"And so it was that their son was raised by both tribes. Every so often they would meet again in the cavern and their son would go to live with his other parent for a time. They told him to never speak of the truth or reveal the deception to anyone. Their son lived in both tribes, but he always thought the cavern as his true home. He never felt at home in either tribe. In the sun tribe he was considered to be smaller and more soft then the other more hulking and brutish boys. He also enjoyed spending his time thinking and drawing images onto the dirt, unlike the other boys who were all obsessed with training and fighting.
"In the moon tribe, he was considered much more large and stocky then the other boys. Although he was wonderful at learning how to read and write and practice magic, he was to wild and enjoyed rough housing more than the other boys. In both tribes he was considered an outsider, a stranger. It was only in the cave with his parents did he feel normal and at place.
"His parents both took great pride in their son, for he had all their best and strongest traits which they made sure flourished. From his mother he learned how to fight and hunt and survive, his father taught him how to read and write and use his mind just as well as his body. But it was not just academics and physical training their son did well at, the magic of both tribes rang strong in his blood. His magic was stronger than both of his parents and he was taught by both of the tribe's wisest and most skilled shamans who were amazed at the power of the child.
"They were grooming their son for greatness. They dreamed of the power and glory he would achieve. By the time he was in his thirteenth winter he was stronger, faster, smarter and more mystically talented then almost everyone from both tribes. But sadly, things were destined to go wrong, for one should never ignore a prophecy. For the elders of both tribes had started to become suspicious of Silver Moon, Burning Sun and their son. They recognized elements of the other tribe in him and they also noticed how his parents would disappear and he would vanish for even longer. His parents explained his absence by telling their people he was training in the wilds. For a while it worked as it was not unusual for a parent to send their child off to train in the woods. But even the shamans couldn't help but notice that the child's skill and magic was alike theirs and different at the same time.
"One day, the chiefs of both tribes along with a small group of their warriors followed them to the cave. They staid hidden and watched horrified as their children mingled and listened in horror as their son called them mother and father. When they revealed themselves they demanded the truth. Blazing Sun and Silver Moon told their fathers the truth. They hoped they would see reason and that their son was no threat, they even tried to explain what they found at the top of the mountain to their fathers but they refused to listen. Outraged and furious at the deception the chiefs of the sun and moon declared war on one another and both sentenced their children as well as their bastard child to death!"
Terra took a moment to catch his breath. Everyone listened with rapt attention, wondering what was going to happen next.
When Terra began to speak his voice had become emotionless and repressed. "Silver Moon and Blazing Sun fought the warriors from their tribes. They ran with their son and began to make their way back to the top of the mountain, hoping to lose their people to the dangers of the mountain. But no matter how many traps Blazing Sun set and no matter how many spells Silver Moon cast their people were hell-bent on destroying them and preventing the prophecy from being fulfilled.
"When they climbed halfway up the mountain the two tribes caught them. His parents gave him what little food and water they had left, as well as their personal items. Silver Moon's wooden staff and Blazing Sun's stone knife. Their son wanted to stay with his family, but they promised him they would meet him at the top of the mountain. Their son left and fled for his life. He continued to make his way to the top, thanks to the training he received from his parents it was easy for him to make it to the top. But by the time he got there, he was out of food and drink and tired from the journey.
"He waited for his family, he waited for anyone to come. But he spent many days and nights alone on that mountaintop, with nothing but the wind and the remains of the sky tribe to keep him company. By the seventh day he was starving, thirsty and more than a little delirious. He closed his eyes and prepared to die. But then, something amazing happened, something so improbable it truly was a once in a lifetime event."
"What happened!" everyone asked.
"Destiny. Or fate. In any case as soon as he closed his eyes he felt the world around him suddenly, yet subtly change. When he opened his eyes the boy found himself in what could only be described as paradise. The once cold and barren mountain top had turned into a lush and beautiful paradise. The sky was blue and pristine, the sun shone brightly onto him, warming him up, grass covered the ground, soft as the fur of a newborn wolf pup. Flowers bloomed, thousands and thousands of flowers, some he recognized from his herbal lessons with his parents, and others he had never seen. Some were the size of a daisy, others were bigger than his head. And the smell, as long as he lived the divine smell of all those flowers would never fade.
It was then he noticed a large tree, unlike any he had ever seen. It's bark was white as snow and sparkled like diamonds in the sun, from its branches fruit grew. They looked so ripe and succulent, he immediately made his way to it. A small pond lay next to the tree, he first went to it and wet his thirst, the second his lips touched it's surface he felt rejuvenated and re-energized. But it was his mind that was more affected then his body. He suddenly had a more clear view of the world, he could suddenly comprehend certain mysteries that even the most wisest of wisemen could not understand. It was then he realized he was in a place of great importance. A place that in comparison to our world is bursting with magic.
"Next, he took his mother's knife and tied it to his father's staff. He chucked his makeshift spear into the tree and was pleased when it hit a piece of fruit. He walked over and plucked the fruit from his spear. The smell coming from the juice leaking from the cut in it was heavenly, without pause he bit into it, taking a large bite out of it and without chewing he swallowed. He then fell to the ground, writhing on the ground. He felt like he was on fire, every fiber of his being burned. But despite the pain, he felt so alive!
"When it was over, he stood a changed man. His mind enlightened by the waters of the pond, his body purified by the fruit of the tree. He sat down and leaned against the tree, he began to ponder on what had just happened. Thanks to his new mental awareness he knew something had happened to him, that somehow he had just been woven deeply into the fabric of creation. That he was forever altered. He fell asleep against that tree and when he next awoke...he was back in the real world."
"So what was that place?" Carlisle asked, "forgive me but it sounds like another version of the garden of Eden story."
Terra was quiet for a moment. "I think...now this is only a theory mind you. That the nameless boy, in an obscene form of chance. Happened upon a...higher realm of existence. In the legend of many cultures, trees play an important role. The tree of good and evil from the bible, the world tree Yggdrasil from the Norse, many were even worshiped as gods in various cultures. I think that tree our hero ate from was the source of that belief. I think that the essence of that tree leaked into our world and engraved itself into our subconscious."
"But what is that tree exactly?" Old Quil asked.
Terra shrugged. "Maybe it is the source of all life, maybe it really is God's fabled tree. Even I have been unable to find that out...and I have spent my very long life studying the subject."
"But what happened next? Did he save his family?" Emily asked eager to hear the rest of the story.
Terra began to tell the story again, for a moment his voice shook, but it happened so quick almost no one noticed.
"When he awoke he found himself bound next to the broken and dying forms of his parents."
Everyone gasped in shock.
"While he was passed out both tribes had discovered his unconscious form. They bound him, tying his hands and gagging him so he could not speak a spell. An eclipse was starting to happen in the sky, according to the prophecy the mixed blood child would destroy the tribes on an eclipse. So the chiefs decided to sacrifice their beloved children and their son to appease their gods for their heresy. The young man watched in horror as his parents were stabbed in the heart by their fathers. He watched the life fade from their eyes, felt their souls leave their mortal shells and pass into the next life. As the chiefs turned their weapons onto their grandson, an overwhelming rage overcame the boy. Pure rage and hate washed over him and he did something his parents warned him to never do. He cast a spell.
"But his hands were bound so he could not use them to channel mystical energy, and his mouth was gagged so he could not use words to bind magic into a form. Instead he tapped into every ounce of power he had in his being and let his rage mix with his magic and newly blessed power. His parents always taught him to use magic with a clear mind, but with his family dead it seemed like that lesson should be dead as well.
"As the chiefs blades pierced his heart all the rage and magic flew from his body. The mountain began to shake as if it was angry as well. Then...the lad died."
All was quiet for a moment.
"Dude, that story sucked!" Jared said.
"But it's not over," Terra said.
"But you just-"
"I paused for dramatic affect. When he opened his eyes the sky was filled with a dark smoke, it was snowing black snow and a sound like thunder filled the air. He stood up, his chest was covered in blood but there were no wounds. His parent's bodies were with him, but they were badly burned and there was no sign of anyone else. When he looked at what he assumed was the mountain in the distance he was frightened to discover it was bleeding yellow and orange water. As it turns out the mountain had been an inactive volcano. But his rage and magic caused it to awaken. And as he stood there he watched as the burning water destroyed the two tribes. He fell to his knees and screamed his pain and rage at the blackened sky as he realized the role he played in the destruction of the sun and moon tribe.
"He sat there for hours, watching his fury work it's course. He heard a noise and turned and saw two shapes he had missed hidden under some rubble. He walked over to them and to his shock and rage found the chiefs of the sun and moon. His grandfathers. They were badly hurt and dying, but still alive. Realizing he would need more power to survive and desiring the remaining knowledge his parents had he decided to perform a spell. He gathered his dying fore-fathers and the bodies of his parents. He drew a circle in the ground with his father's staff, mixed with symbols from both tribes.
"The moon tribe only committed cannibalism in a ritual where they consumed the heart of the deceased to gain their knowledge. The sun tribe had a similar ritual, only they used a living being as a sacrifice to gain power from the unfortunate victim's death. Saying a prayer to both sun and moon who were still wed in an eclipse the boy first used his mother's stone knife to kill his forefathers, gleeful slaughtering them and drinking their blood from his knife. Once the ritual was complete he felt a rush of power course through him and he had more magical energy then he ever thought possible. Next he turned to his parents corpses. Saying another prayer he cut out their hearts and devoured them, they were dead so he took no power from them, but he did gain all the knowledge and wisdom they had. Empowered by the sacrifice of his grandfathers and enlightened with the wisdom he gained from his parents he buried them, but left the chiefs bodies for any carrion eaters.
"With nothing but the cloths on his back and his parents treasured items he walked away from the mountain, never once turning to look back. His parent's voices echoed in his mind, urging him to move forward, to live, to survive. And so he began his journey, the lone survivor of two great tribes, the child of the sun and moon, the kin slayer and murder of his own kind."
He finished his story.
For a while no one spoke.
"That was...wow," Jake said.
"That was so sad," Qahla said wiping his face.
"Truly, it was amazing," Billy said.
"Very Greek tragedy," Carlisle said.
"I did warn you it might not have a happy ending," Terra said.
"Everyone died and he was all alone," Sam said.
"True, but he was alive. Isn't it a happy story if someone lives?" he asked.
No one had an answer to that.
"So what happened to him? Their child? Why didn't he die like the rest?" Emily asked.
"When he ate from the tree's fruit it made him immortal. When the volcano exploded it blasted him, the chiefs and his parent's bodies far away. But even that couldn't kill him," Terra said. "As to his ultimate fate well...from what I can recall, he roamed the land. Having many adventures, becoming stronger and more crafty as the years passed but never once aging sometimes he would sacrifice more people, adding power to his from their sacrifice. Sometimes he would join a tribe and stay with them for a while, teaching them what he had learned in his travels and learning from them what they had to offer. Learning and becoming strong was all he had left, it was in his blood...now if you excuse me I must be going."
He got up and walked away from the bonfire, disappearing into the darkness.
"Well, I think it is time for bed miss Claire," Quil said.
Everyone got up and stretched. Everyone began to head home, The Cullen's got in their cars with Nessie and left, Quil took Claire home and soon the only ones left were Billy, Jake, Qahla, Old Quil, Sue, Seth and Leah.
"That was an amazing story, Terra really is a good story teller," Sue said.
Jake was staring off into the woods where Terra left.
"Yeah, story," he said.

Terra was back in his hut.
He sat on his floor, staring into nothing.
"Why did I tell them that?" he asked himself.
He stood up and grabbed his bag and walked outside his hut. He turned to look at the hut. Then he sensed around the area, he sensed he was all alone. Not a living being nor spirit was around, he was utterly alone.
As usual.
Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his body and reached into the ancient magiks within him and spoke.
"My weapon, I name you Warrior's Pride. May you cut down all those who stand in my way and channel my strength to help me accomplish what I desire."
The ring on his finger shimmered and glowed, then it turned into a foot long stone knife. It was obsidian black and double edged. He had sharpened it long ago, making the edges less jagged and added a leather handle on it to make it easier to grip.
Then he held up his bag. "My trusted companion, I name you Sage's Wisdom. May you continue to lend me support and wisdom and to keep my mind sharp."
The bag began to glow and shimmer and it turned into a six foot long wooden staff, engraved with runes. There was a special hole at the top where he attached the stone knife into, forming a spear.
Finally he stepped up to his hut, he placed his hand on it and began to speak.
"Finally I name you, my most ancient and sacred relic, you who was given to me by my mother and father you who hold my true name. I recall all of your names. Home, Memory, Pain, Joy, Guardian and Finally...Promise."
The hut began to shimmer and glow. It shrank and turned into a small round crystal that glowed with an ethereal light blue light. He picked it up but it's leather string and put it around his neck.
"May you always remind me of where I come from, and the true core of what I am."
He closed his eyes and began to focus. His body began to shake and shimmer, flickering in and out. She he began to shrink down, his hair grew past his shoulders, his skin became more bronze colored. His face became more round, his eyes turned black, his nose became more wide and his eyes became more slanted.
His cloths changed. His jeans turned into a tan colored loin cloth, his shirt disappeared and turned into a large shaggy sandy colored fur coat, it covered his head in a hood, a pair of banana long dagger like teeth stuck out, giving the appearance of a pair of ivory horns.
His shoes turned into a pair of leather furry boots, made from animal skin.
White paint covered parts of his body in runes. He was much younger looking, a young teen. Despite being so young and being at about five foot four, he was very fit, his muscles were solid as stone and looked like they could crush boulders, It gave the illusion he was older looking then what he was.
Magic flowed around him, it whipped around him like air, like a wind that came from his own body. He glowed with the same ethereal blue light the crystal glowed with. He looked like a god or mighty spirit comes down from the heavens.
He felt the magic around him, felt it waiting to be giving form and substance, waiting to be given purpose. A massive supply of power accumulated over thousands of lifetimes.
And all over the world they sensed him, the spirits, the mages, the sages the shamans, the sorcerers, and anyone who had the spark.
Some got a nagging sense, like they could not remember something they had forgotten. Others, more skilled or old enough to remember knew that somewhere an ancient force was once again walking the earth.
Taha Aki sensed it, wondering what could have caused Terra to summon his power?
Qahla was at Jake's he was staring out the window, amazed at Terra's power. It was almost as massive as his, but felt different somehow. He knew Terra was powerful, but he never imagined the deep wells of power the immortal had. For the first time in his life, he felt small.
The spirits who were gathering to capture Qahla sensed him to, and for a moment, they shuddered at the idea of facing that power. It made them reconsider their actions and prepare new plans to capture the Quileute child.
And what was Terra doing during all this? Why, he was remembering.

They were in the cave again, he was only of five winters.
This was his favorite time, when it was just the three of them and no one else.
His father stood in front of him and his mother, he sat in his mother's lap.
"My son, your mother and I have a special present for you."
"Close your eyes child," his mother whispered.
He closed his eyes.
"Open them," his father said.
He opened his eyes and stared in wonder. It was one of the crystals from the cave, the ones that cast the light. Only it was smaller and more flat. On it was carved a symbol.
"We made this for you, it is your name in both the language of the sun and moon."
His father placed it around his neck and he held the crystal in his hand, he was so happy to have this gift! It was special, no one else in either tribe had something like this! And it had his name!
"As you know, we will begin your training soon. This crystal is more than just a gift, it is your tool," his father said.
He looked at him in confusion. "When training in magic it is wise to have an artifact, something to help you train. Like my staff, which is carved from the most sacred tree of the moon tribe, or your mother's knife which was made from a rock that fell from the sky? These crystals are special, I have found they are capable of channeling and storing power. Treat it well child, a mystics tool is like a piece of him or her. The more magic you use it for, the more it becomes a part of you."
His mother whispered in his ear again. "This is also our promise to you child. One day, you won't have to hide from the tribes. One day you will lead them both and we will all be happy. On that day, you will never have to stay a secret."
She kissed him on the head and he smiled. He held the crystal in his hand and he focused. The light from the crystal began to glow brighter until it filled the whole cavern with its light.
"That's my son," his father said with pride.

He pulled himself from the memory.
"So that is why I told them?" he asked himself. "After hundreds of years I tell my tale to strangers and take my true form for...nostalgia? A need to be understood?"
His face hardened.
"No! The past is dead and I do not need to be understood."
The air around him shimmered. The hut returned and Terra resumed his borrowed Quileute form. The knife returned to its ring form and the staff turned back into a bag.
The power receded back into his body and faded from the senses of all the sensitive in the world.
"I am myself, no matter what form I take, no matter what name I possess, I am and always will be me. And I need nothing and no one."
He walked back into his hut and lay down on his cot. Trying very hard to forget what happened that night.
These people were having a bad effect on him. Seeing them every day, interacting with one another. Fighting with one another, loving one another, caring for one another. It was bringing out emotions in him he did not want unleashed.
They made him think about things. His parents, his friends, his family. Names and faces flashed in his mind. Each face had a name, each name had a memory that left a bitter taste in his mouth.
For a few seconds he entertained the emotion of longing, the ancient human instinct for
He would not allow himself to be taken by such base emotions. He would not break down and let them in. He would not become too integrated into their lives.
He would live, they would die, just like all the rest. He would not put him through the pain of losing someone close.

Fusedtwilight: And that ladies and gentlemen is Terra's story. So what do you think of Terra now? Is he good? Is he bad? Or is he simply himself.
Next chapter Jake learns to spirit walk and has a confrontation with Terra about his secrets.
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