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Sins of the Father
Chapter 9
The Long Forgotten Truth

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Last chapter everyone had a smack down with a flock of Raven Mockers and things looked bad. But then Taha Aki and Michael...I mean Terra showed up and saved the day. Taha Aki and Jake left to have a talk and he dropped a major bomb on Jake.
Utlapa is Qahla's father.
So what is going on? How did Qahla become the way he is? Why does he think Taha Aki is his daddy? Let's find out.

Jake stared at Taha Aki with shock.
"What?"
Taha Aki sighed, looking very old all of a sudden.
"You know the story. One of my fellow spirit warriors wanted to use our power to conquer the other tribes, to make an empire. I tried to make him see reason, that our power was a gift not to be used in such a way. But when I saw how greedy for power he had become I banished him. I had hoped it would help him see the error of his ways, that it would cleanse him of his wicked thoughts. But I was a fool; he had been a close friend and a trusted adviser. I never thought he would do what he did."
"But you stopped him. You shared the body of a wolf and when he killed Yut your rage grew so great it merged you and the wolf mind, body and soul and you became the first werewolf of our tribe and you killed Utlapa."
"Yes, but it was not until many months after I had been expunged that I was able to kill him. In that time he had been very busy. It was his intention to use our ability to project our spirits into the spirit world to conquer the other tribes. But with me still active he knew he could not risk it so he forbade the use of the art of spirit traveling. But he was still determined to use our tribe's magic to rule. To that end he began to study our most ancient and forbidden spells and techniques. Magic only the chief was allowed to study and since everyone thought he was I no one questioned him. They thought he was trying to find another magical way to protect them.
"It was during this time he discovered a ritual, taught to the first spirit warrior of our tribe by the great power that taught him the ability. A ritual that if performed correctly would create a being of immense magical power. Only a vessel born of our blood, my blood. The blood of the great chief's could wield this power. Utlapa realized he could not get the power himself. The power had to be born into this world through flesh and blood.
"So, he went to my wife and told her his plan. At first she refused not wanting to burden her child with such power. But he told her it was the only way to keep the tribe safe from the other tribes and monsters that roamed the land. My sweet Star lay with him and they conceived a child together."
"So...Qahla was conceived while Utlapa possessed your other body?" Jake asked.
"Yes. It is quite a philosophical question huh? Is he my son because it was my body that was used to create him? Or is he Utlapa's? By blood he is mine, but spiritually Utlapa is his father as well. Once they realized Star was pregnant he took her to our most sacred place. What you all call James's Island now but in the old days we called it A-ka-lat to perform the ritual. Would you like to see what happened?"
"Sure."
Taha Aki opened his mind to Taha Aki and was thrown into the distant past. On the night when Qahla's fate was sealed when he was still in his mother's belly.

Sometime in the fourteenth century
Taha Aki P.O.V
I followed them as they made their way to the site where the ritual would be performed.
My Star held hands with Utlapa. She did not know who he really was; they all thought he was me. Utlapa pretended to care for her; he smiled at her to make her feel more at ease. But I knew he was more concerned with the creature growing inside her.
We had been planning to have children. What cruel fate was it was not my spirit that helped make it so?
The other spirit warriors followed them. Keeping a watchful eye out for any danger. They may not use the power of spirit traveling any more but they are still mighty warriors.
It was dark out and the stars shined bright, on nights like these I would watch the sky with my wife who was named after those glittering lights.
It had been weeks since Utlapa tricked me, weeks of enduring agony as my spirit remained separated from my body. How I longed to wrap my hands around his throat and throttle the life from him!
I knew what he planned to do; there was nothing I could do to stop him. All I could do was watch as his greed destroyed us from the inside out.
"My love, are you sure about this?" Star asked.
"Star, we talked about this. Since we can no longer walk the spirit world we no longer have an advantage over the other tribes."
"But we have been at peace for so long. Surely the other tribes would not bother us," Star said.
"It was the threat of our power that kept them away. But if they learn we no longer can use our greatest weapon they will strike us down. We are giving our child a chance to become the greatest warrior our tribe has ever known. He will be more powerful then any mortal to have walked this world. He will be blessed by the earth itself to wield magics we never dreamed of."
"But so much power for a baby. What life will he have with so much power?"
"A life of honor and duty. What more can be asked for?"
Star said nothing. She ran her hand over her still flat stomach. I could tell she did not want to do this, but she thought he was me and she trusted me with her life and the life of her child.
The spirit warriors like Star did not seem it right to bestow such power on a baby not even fully formed yet. But like her they trusted their chief with out question.
When they arrived at A-ka-lat they began to work at once. Utlapa had star lay on the giant stone we put our dead chiefs on before we buried them.
They started a fire. The spirit warriors stood behind it, on their knee's waiting for further orders.
Utlapa sat his Moose skin bag on the ground. He pulled out the ceremonial knife, carved from the bones of Kaheleha and the ceremonial bowl, carved from the wood of the oldest and most powerful tree in the land. He also pulled out various herbs to be used for the ceremony.
He tossed the body paint to the warriors and they began to cover their bodies in the mystical lines that would help with the ritual to draw and channel magic. Utlapa dipped his finger in the paint and began to trace patterns on her stomach.
He drew a circle first, then inside the circle he drew a spiral that ended at her belly button. Next he drew four lines outside the circle, two horizontal, two vertical. Between the lines he carved the symbols for the elements of earth, fire, water and air, with the spiral representing the element of spirit.
Finally he pulled out a stone tablet from his bag that had words carved into it. The look in his eyes as he stared at the tablet was chilling, I saw Yut look at him confused. He knew something was wrong, he just didn't know exactly what.
"It is not me! It is Utlapa! Stop him!" I yelled.
My voice carried to the wind, but they did not hear me. Instead my voice caused the wind to howl and blow more strongly.
"Do not fear the wind. It is some lesser spirit trying to scare us," Utlapa said with a smile.
I bristled with rage! How dare he call me a lesser spirit! I am Taha Aki! The rightful chief! Not this usurper!
Utlapa turned to look at the sky and smiled. "It is time."
He laid his hand on Stars head. "Fear not my beloved; we will give our child the ultimate birthright. Tonight we secure not only his fate but our people's. He will be a leader greater then even I. He will lead us all into a new age of peace and prosperity. So do not fret. He will love you for this, as I do."
He kissed her head and he did not notice how she cringed. She knew, she knew on some level, deep in her soul this was not right, he was not right.
He turned to the other spirit warriors. "My brothers, as you know we have lost Utlapa. Because of him we can no longer use the skill passed down from our fathers to us. But in losing the power of spirit walking we gain an even greater power. All of us share a bloodline; all of us are descended from the first spirit warrior. His blood runs through our veins. It is our born right to wield the power of spirit walking. Tonight, our blood combined will summon magic from the earth and sky. Magic older and more powerful then we could ever dream! We will summon this power and house it in the body of my child! We will create the greatest spirit warrior ever! This ritual can only be performed on the night when the stars are in a certain alignment. All I need now is your blood!"
He grabbed the knife and the bowl. First he went to Yut.
"Hold out your hand brother and recite the words we discussed," Utlapa said.
"I Yut, first born son of my father give my blood and lend the power of my family so that it may strengthen the chosen vessel that is the unborn child of my chief, whom I have sworn undying loyalty to. So that he may wield the power of the sky and the earth."
Utlapa made a cut on Yut's hand; blood fell from the cut and landed in the bowl. Utlapa was careful to catch every single drop that fell in.
One by one he went to the other spirit warriors. They repeated the same line only with their names instead. One by one he cut their hands adding their blood to the bowl.
When he had collected the blood from the last spirit warrior he walked to the fire, he tossed some herbs into it, causing the fire to glow an ethereal blue color.
"Hear me o spirits of the sky and earth! I offer this blood willingly given to be used to make my child strong! So that his body may hold the immense power that will fill him soon! Let this offering, the blood of the blood lines of the first spirit warrior make him strong! Bless it so it may be purified and make the vessel healthy!"
The sky brightened up as the moon glowed my brightly. Its light seemed to shine on the bowl, casting its silver light on it.
I could feel the magic stirring, I could feel old magics that go unseen in our world shift and move.
"No please! This is not right!"
Utlapa walked over to Star and held the bowl to her. "You must drink the blood offered to you by the warriors. Their blood will make our son strong enough to take in the power we will give him."
Star looked at him then the bowl. I could tell she would rather not drink from the bowl. But she closed her eyes and opened her mouth and Utlapa gently poured the blood into her mouth.
I watched horrified as my poor Star was forced to partake in the ritual, knowing something was wrong but still trusting the man she thought was her husband.
"That's my girl. That's right, every drop," Utlapa said.
Once the bowl was empty he had Star lay down on her back on the stone slab. Seeing my wife on the same stone we rest our dead chiefs on made a thread of fear run through me. She was the first woman to ever touch the stone. Only the chief's were allowed on it and that was when we were dead. I hoped this would not curse her some how.
Utlapa turned to the warriors. "Now, start the circle. The ritual had to be preformed on a place of power, that was why I chose A-ka-lat where we bury our chiefs. We will use it to draw in the magic. Now begin."
The warriors got up without question. Some had brought drums, others had brought other musical instruments. The formed a circle and began to play music and dance in a circle around Star.
Some gave her looks of sympathy, others smiled reassuringly at her to make her feel better. I was grateful my brothers were trying to make her feel better, even when they were afraid themselves.
They danced and sang. Utlapa stood inside the circle with Star. He spoke the words he read from the stone tablet. The air became thick with magic, I rose from the earth like the shimmer of heat on a hot day.
A circle of light appeared where the spirit warriors danced, creating a circle of power. Utlapa continued to chant the words, staring into the sky.
Star gasped, I looked up and saw why. The night sky was moving. It looked like the stars themselves were moving; hundreds and hundreds of stars moved and streaked making a trail of light.
The circle of power created a sort of funnel that drew in the magic. Drawing it in. The stars grew brighter and brighter as they got closer. There were so many of them spinning in a circle, it looked like a tornado of pure, sparkling light. It glowed so bright it cast a light over the whole are illuminating everything.
The spirit warriors stopped for a moment to stare at the vortex of stars in wonder. The circle of power began to fade and the stars began to move back up into the sky. Without the circle they had no way to draw the power down from the sky.
"Do not stop!" Utlapa roared.
The warriors continued to dance and the circle brightened again and the stars began to come back down.
"My name is Taha Aki! I am the rightful chief of the Quileute's! By the power of my people and my blood I summon the ancient powers from earth and sky! I bind thee in flesh! I bind thee in blood, I bind thee in bone. I bind thee in flesh, blood and bone!"
The tip of the tornado grew closer and closer to Star. Her eyes shined as she looked at the mass of ancient magic, as if she was mesmerized. It zeroed in on her stomach and the second it touched her she screamed.
It was as if some invisible force was pulling it into her, her entire body glowed. Light poured from her eyes, mouth, nose and ears. Her body glowed and I could see her skeleton underneath her skin.
The earth glowed a bright green light, the warriors stopped dancing but the circle of power did not die down.
The stars continued to flow into her stomach. My spirit was flooded with the feel of the magic, never before in all my life have I ever felt something like this. Nature spirits danced invisible to everyone but me. They danced in joy as if in celebration.
Whether they were happy to be near such power or whether they were celebrating the creation of Utlapa's creature I could not be sure.
The spirit warriors stared at the mass of raw magic power; they were all pale with fright. Had it not been for their loyalty to me they would have run away in fright.
But Utlapa stared at the ancient magic with a mad look of awe and desire.
I saw the magic dig deep into her, I saw the tiny spark of life in her glow brighter and brighter as the ancient power of creation fused with the growing child in my wife's belly.
When the last star fell into her she stopped glowing and stopped screaming. The circle of power faded and the magic returned into the air.
The spirit warriors stared at Star, a little worried and a little afraid. Worried if she was okay and afraid of what was now inside her.
Utlapa turned to them, a smile of victory on his face.
"It worked."

La Push
Here and now
I was amazed by what I just saw, the memory was so real and raw, his thoughts and feelings were almost like my own.
"It was a month after that I killed Utlapa when I became the first werewolf of the tribe," Taha Aki said.
"So it was Utlapa that made him into...what he is?" Jake asked.
Taha Aki nodded. "Yes. He hoped he could control him through the bond of a father and son. Without the power to spirit walk he had no other way to control the other tribes so he wanted to make a weapon he could control."
"So what happened after you returned?"
"When everyone realized it was Utlapa who helped create Qahla and had given him such power their fear and terror grew like wild fire. They wanted to kill the child before he was born but I would not harm Star. I admit, I had my own fears about him. All that raw power in one being? I could not imagine what he would be like. I feared he would be just like his father and if allowed to grow would become just as evil. Mere moments after he was born I was going to kill him. May I show you again?"
"Yes."

Sometime in the fourteenth century
The moon shined brightly in the sky.
The air was chilled as was the normal, but with my new body I found I had a strange resistance to the cold.
The air was calm, only the sounds of my beloved's cries filled the air.
I stood outside the hut as was tradition, how I wanted to be there for her, to hold her hand, to comfort her during this exceedingly difficult time.
But the birthing hut was only allowed for women, even the mighty chief was not allowed to witness this sacred moment.
Although many argued about how sacred it was.
With my new enhanced hearing I could hear her heart beating frantically, her scent was filled with pain. I grinded my teeth together and fought the urge to run in there, tradition be damned.
The elders stood with me, their faces stoic. Many of the others of the tribe had gathered as well. Normally a birth is a cause for celebration, but the mood of the others was anything but warm or pleasant.
I could hear the heart of the newborn, still inside her, still tormenting her.
I cursed fate for the cruel hand it had dealt us. Why did it have to be like this?
One of the elders, Shu walked over to me. His face grave.
"Taha Aki, we must talk," he said, his voice a whisper.
"What is it?" I asked, not feeling chatty right now.
One of the new things I had to learn to deal with this new body was my new temper. Before I had been very calm and rational, but since my merger with the wolf I found a new anger lurked in my heart.
I thought with Utlapa's death it would fade, but even now I was more irritable, more aggressive. There were times when I grew so mad I would inadvertently transform.
But I was learning control, I had to.
"I hate to bother you with this, believe me I wish this was...a proper birth. But the people are afraid. They fear what your wife will give birth to," he said.
"I know, I am not blind. They may whisper but my new ears hear everything."
It was true. All my senses were enhanced, even in human form. All the times my people whispered when they thought I could not hear filled my head. Words and sounds I was never able to pick up before made its way to my ears as if they were shouting.
I knew they were afraid, I don't blame them, I was afraid too.
This conception should have never happened. The spirits know what the baby will be like.
"Then I think it best as soon as the child be born we...kill it."
I gave him a hard glare and he backed away a bit. "Please Taha Aki, I hate the thought myself. But this child must not be allowed to grow. We must kill it before it becomes too powerful."
"And what will we tell my wife?" I asked.
My sweet, loyal, loving wife. She so wanted to believe this child could be normal. That it was untainted by evil. She had hope at least.
"Tell her it died of natural causes, it does happen," Shu said.
It was true. There were sad times when the spirits decided a baby was not meant to be born, even after it escaped it's mother's belly. Some were too weak to live.
"A simple smothering, or breaking its neck would suffice, we would tell her it just died. After all, it was not meant to be."
It was not meant to be. How many times have I heard that phrase? Those six little words were burned into my head; I had repeated them so many times, trying to ready myself for what I had to do.
I had to protect my people; I already failed them once when I let Utlapa take my original body. I would not fail them again.
"Please Taha Aki, you must protect us from this evil!"
"Silence!" I growled.
My hands shook from rage. How dare this old bat tell me what my duties were! As if I didn't know! As if this day had not haunted me, as if it did not weigh down on my soul!
My love gave one final shriek of pain. Then for a few seconds there was silence. Then a newborn babie's cries filled the night.
The air itself seemed to sigh, as if it was holding its breath.
Some people were listening, waiting, wondering what would happen next. Would the baby be normal? Human? Would it be deformed? What curse had been visited on us?
A moment later the tarp was pushed aside and the birthing mother, an ancient white haired wise woman who had helped deliver me came through.
Usually she had a warm toothless smile on her face as she handed the new father their bundle of joy. But her face was tense and she handed me the bundle eagerly, as if she was afraid it would bite her.
"It is a boy," she said.
A boy?
I looked down at the bundle. The smell of blood and birthing fluids was thick on him. His face red from his venture to the world, his little tuft of black hair wet. His little arms flayed around, as if he was fighting the wind.
I put my finger to his cheek, I inspected him so closely. He looked human, he smelled human. He was so small, was it me? Since my transformation I was much taller and had more muscles then what I originally did.
Maybe he was small because I was so much bigger. I tried to see if there was anything of me in him. But he was just a baby and until he grew up I would not know for sure how much of me was in him...and how much of him was in him as well.
But I was talking like he would live that long.
When I touched his cheek the child stopped fussing. Then he opened his eyes.
I gasped.
They were neither black nor brown. They were yellow. Yellow like the sun on fine summer's day. So yellow they seemed to glow.
The elders quickly circled around me, each one looking at the baby and gasping in shock.
"Look at his eyes!"
"Not natural!"
"Inhuman!"
"An obvious sign!"
"Quickly, do it now!"
They edged me on, tried to push me into doing it, but I was in shock. Those eyes were so innocent, so pure. How could there be anything evil about this child?
The baby looked at all the men; the sound of their angry voices began to disturb him. He shut his eyes and opened his mouth and a wail escaped his lips.
Something in me snapped then. I let out a vicious snarl and the elders all went quiet. They paled slightly and backed away.
I looked back to the baby; it was staring at me now, looking at me confused. Like it was wondering who and what I was.
Which was funny because I was thinking the same thing about him.
"Taha Aki, the time is now. It must be done," one of the elders said.
I took a deep breath, my eyes never leaving the little ones. He was right, it had to be done.
I raised my hand, trying not to let the others see how bad it was shaking. The baby looked at me, so innocent, so pure.
"Forgive me," I whispered.
"Stop!"
I turned to the hut, Star had stumbled out, a blanket was wrapped around her, covering her nakedness, her head was covered in sweat and I could smell blood.
The women tried to bring her back but she pushed them away angrily. She walked toward me, barely able to walk. I could not imagine where she got the will to do so after just delivering a child.
"Do not...kill him," she said.
"Star...look at him, his eyes they are-"
"The most beautiful eyes ever," she said.
She reached out and took him from me. A part of me did not like having him taken away. I didn't know why.
She clutched him close to her chest and stared at him with loving eyes.
"My little boy, my sweet baby boy," she cooed.
The baby let out a gurgle of pleasure. Star stared at me, a look of pain on her face. "How could you even think about killing him? He is our son."
"No, he is Utlapa's son Star. He will grow to be just like his father. A monster," I said.
"But your his father too, your blood runs through his veins!" she said.
Shu stepped forward. "Star, I know this is difficult for you but-:
"The hell you know! None of you know!" she yelled. "I carried him all this time, I felt him grow inside me, and there is nothing evil about him. He is just a baby who was given a curse by a wicked man. But that does not mean he is evil himself. If we raise him, if we teach him how to be good then imagine the kind of hero he could be?"
"Star, the circumstances of his birth-"
"The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what we decide to do with the gift of life that determines who we are," she said.
She walked over to me. I put my arm around her shoulders to help steady her.
"You should rest," I said.
"Why? So you can kill him while I sleep?" she asked angrily.
"Star, we have no idea what he will be capable of. No human was meant to have such power. Humans are easily corrupted by power. What will his do to him?"
"But what if we surround him with love? Imagine the kind of person he would be to be filled with love and kindness and all that power? Imagine the amazing things he would do? What if he could be a healer? What if he could save thousands of lives?"
She took my hand and put it against his face. He snuggled close to my hand, taking pleasure in the extreme warmth of my skin.
"See, he responds to his father."
I said nothing. I just stared into the tiny face. God...he looked like me a little. Like my old body...I think he has my nose.
"Taha Aki, Star, do not let your feelings for this...thing cloud your judgment. We can not risk another Utlapa. That thing was born from his evil and it can only be led to evil!" Shu said.
I felt my anger begin to surface again. My body began to shake and Shu took a step back.
"Taha Aki. Look him in the eyes. Tell me you see evil. Look him in those beautiful yellow eyes and if you tell me you think he must be destroyed I will back down. I know you will see what I see," Star said.
Yellow eyes. Who ever heard of someone having yellow eyes? But they were very pretty. Like little sun's.
"Taha Aki, think of the tribe. Who knows what kind of trouble this child will bring on us," Shu said.
"Qahla," I said.
"What?" Shu asked.
"His name. It is Qahla," I said looking at Star.
She smiled at me.
I turned to the elders and the other members of the tribe. I raised Qahla so they could look at him and see him clearly.
"This is Qahla Aki, flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. My son and heir. I expect you all to treat him with the same love and care you would treat any other child of our tribe," I said firmly.
No one said anything. I could make them accept him, but I could not make them like it.
"And if anyone tries to harm him, they will have me to answer to. Now, let us all get ready. We will celebrate his birth."
I turned to the spirit warriors. "Go to the Hoh and Makah and all of our allied tribes, let the word spread, Taha Aki has a son."
While everyone went about their business I turned to Star and handed her Qahla.
"Qahla huh?"
"It was the color of his eyes that gave me the idea. Plus, you are my star and he is my sun so it makes sense."
Her eyes filled with unshed tears of happiness. "Qahla is a beautiful name."

La Push
Here and now
"She looks just like Leah," Jake said.
"Yes, the resemblance between your Leah and my Star is uncanny. I thought I was seeing a ghost when I saw her. I never imagined a woman would phase. Only my sons ever phased."
"So what happened after that?"
"Well, things didn't get any better. The tribe tolerated him, but no more then that. It was more then I could ask for. But it did not take long for his powers to manifest. I sent my spirit warriors to travel the lands, to find shamans and other mystics who could help us hopefully cure him. But no one was able to help. I researched the ritual Utlapa had used but I could not find a way to reverse it. Over time Qahla's power grew so great it began to attract spirits and other monsters."
"Like the Raven Mockers?"
"Yes. Among others. Some were benign. Others were malevolent. Creatures from far away lands were drawn to him, being near him caused them to grow strong. I myself found my powers enhanced by him. I believe some of you have been affected."
"Yes, we have gotten bigger in our wolf forms and have gotten stronger and faster. Even our healing powers have gotten stronger. Even the-" Jake paused not sure if he should tell the chief about the Cullens giving his own personal history with vampires.
"Let me guess, even the Cullen's have been affected despite the fact they live away from La Push?" Taha Aki asked with a laugh.
"How did you know about that?"
"Just because I left doesn't mean I haven't been keeping an eye on the tribe. I even know you imprinted on that little half-breed girl of theirs."
"Was it because of him the Cold Man and the Cold Woman were drawn to our lands? I mean if the Cullen's feel a pull to him why wouldn't other vampires?"
Taha Aki shook his head.
"No, he was already sealed away when that happened."
"How did you get that stone? Michael...I mean Terra or who ever he is said he made it."
"He did."
"Who is he exactly?"
"Well, that is a good question. I am not sure who he is or even how really old he is. All I know he is a mystic of the highest quality who somehow gained immortality. He has been trying to find a way to truly die for a while now to no success."
"If he gained immortality why would he want to die?"
"He didn't gain it so much as stumble upon it, but that is his story to tell not mine. By the time Qahla turned five his powers had grown greatly. There were many incidents with the others, they knew it was because of him monsters were always attacking us. I did my best to protect the tribe but even with the added power Qahla gave me it was not easy. I knew it was only a matter of time before they tried to take matters into their own hands and deal with him. A few had tried to kill him already, all attempts on his life failed. No poison could kill him and any direct attempt on his life was pointless as his body healed in the blink of an eye. It was during one of my meetings with the chief of the Hoh I heard stories of a being of immense power who lived outside of our lands. I gathered some offerings and made my way to this being hoping he could help me. Are you ready young alpha?"
"I am."

Sometime in the fourteenth century
I ran as fast as I could. The journey would have taken me five days as a man, but as a wolf I would be there within the hour.
I had long ago given up hope that anyone could help us, but if this being is as powerful as they say then maybe he can help me.
Qahla's power continues to grow. He can communicate with his mind, hear the thoughts of others, heal people of disease or wounds, transform himself or others, move things with out touching them, communicate with animals, manipulate the elements and who knows what else.
I ran beyond the borders of Quileute land, past the Maka and the Hoh as well. I traveled through lands I have only heard of, but I followed the directions I was given and I continued on.
A bag was tied to my back. It was filled with skin pelts and our best Whale meat. I hoped these offerings would be enough for this beings assistance.
It was my last hope for Qahla after all.
Star was considering leaving the village. She would no longer tolerate the others treatment of our son. There had been already a few attempts on his life. His power was so great even death seemed to have little hold on him.
It was no life for a child and I fear what all this hate and violence will do to him.
It was high noon when I found a lone human scent. It led me to a small hut by a river. The air was quiet and calm, the birds sang their songs in the tree's. I phased back to human form and dressed myself.
I kept on eye open foe any signs of danger. I had heard tales of how this beings was fearsome and monstrous. But I could not imagine something so monstrous living in such a pleasant looking hut.
The flap to the hut opened and I froze. Out stepped a young man no older then nineteen winters. He wore a pair of paints and his arms were covered in bracelets. He was bare-chested and his hair was black and was the longest I had ever seen on a man, it went all the way to his knees. His face was painted with a bird; it was spread on his face so each wing covered an eye.
He had a long wooden pipe in his hands and was smoking from it.
Every instinct in me told me this was who I was looking for. There was an aura of wisdom and power to this man I had only felt in the oldest and wisest of people. But he looked to young to be so old. But then again looks could be deceiving.
"May I help you?" he asked taking a puff from his pipe.
"I am Taha Aki, chief of the Quileute people. Are you the one called...Old-Blood?"
He nodded. "That I am."
"I was expecting someone a little more..."
"Scary? Monstrous? Did they tell you I was a giant with an appetite for human flesh?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Don't worry, I made those stories up. I like my isolation and the more people fear me the more they tend to leave me alone, I haven't eaten a person in a long time. It was a phase. But you are welcome this day oh mighty wolf-man of the Quileute's. Come inside my hut so we may speak in private."
He went back inside his hut and I followed him. I pushed aside the flap and found a small fire in the center of the hut. There were drawings on the walls depicting strange creatures. Some reminded me of the great cats in the mountains only they had very big teeth like small daggers. Others looked like people with spears dancing around fires. But there was one picture right behind Old-Blood that really caught my attention. It was a beautiful tree.
Charms hung from the ceiling, jars and bags littered the floor.
Old-Blood offered me some water which I took, not wanting to offend him by refusing.
"So, I take it you are here about your son right?" he asked.
I stared at him in shock. "How did you know that?" I asked.
"Please, I can sense his power all the way out here. I know all about what Utlapa did. You don't summon the old magics without causing some major mystical tremors."
He inhaled and blew out some smoke from his nose.
"Idiot was lucky he didn't wake up things that should never be woken up."
"It is my fault, I should have never allowed him to take control of my body," I said.
"True, it was very foolish of you to just leave your body undefended."
I glared at him. "You don't have to agree."
He shrugged. "Regardless, your pseudo son is calling to the supernatural world, you yourself are brimming with his power. That could cause some serious trouble for a lot of people."
"That is why I have come. I have had dozens of shamans and mystics tell me there is nothing they can do. But I have heard you are capable of great miracles."
Old-Blood smiled. "Well, that part of the rumor is true. But I may not have the kind of miracle you want."
"I have brought payment," I said.
I handed him the bag, he opened it up and looked through. "Wow, whale meat, been a while since I had some of that. But you're missing the point. What you desire is impossible."
Not letting his words detour me I bowed my head to him.
"Please, I beg of you! He is my son! It does not matter that another man used my body to create him! It does not matter he has a monstrous power! He is just an innocent child who has had this life forced on him! Please, he is precious to me and I would gladly give my soul to-"
TWAK!
"Son of a bitch!" I yelled. I rubbed my head where Old-Blood had struck me with his wooden pipe.
"Pipe down boy and let me finish," he said.
"Boy! I am older then you are!" I yelled.
He took a puff of his pipe and blew the smoke in my face. I gagged at the foul smoke as it burned my nose.
"Don't let this pretty face fool you, I was ancient when your tribe first started. The power in your son is the oldest and most primal form of magic. It has seeped into every part of his body and soul. Removal of that power is possible...but it would cost him his life."
I slumped forward in defeat. "Then there is no hope."
"I didn't say that. The ritual Utlapa preformed can only be cast on a place of power on the night of a special celestial alignment."
"I knew that, I did research into the forbidden techniques, hoping to find a way to reverse it," I said.
"The next alignment is not until six hundred years from now. The power the ritual was designed to summon still exists in your son. If you had the patience to wait that long and tweaked the ritual you might be able to work something out to alter his condition."
"But I don't have time to wait that long! My tribe grows more afraid of him by the day, I can't keep them pacified much longer and more and more monsters attack us, drawn to his power. I can't fight them and my own people at the same time!"
"Have you tried ways to dumb down his power?"
"Yes, I have used every charm my people know but they all eventually burn out. His power is too great."
"What if I created a device for you? One that could permanently seal his power so it would no longer draw in creatures?...Yes a containment unit that would completely immobilize him and keep him hidden away."
Old-Blood seemed to be speaking more to himself now.
"Can you make such an item?"
"Oh yes, it will take me some time though. Come back in a few days time and I will have this item ready for you."

La Push
Here and now
"So that was...Terra?" Jake asked.
"Yes, when the people of the land knew him as Old-Blood. Back in those days the desperate would go to him for his wisdom and mystical skills."
"What is his story? Why does he change his face and name?"
"In all honesty? I am not sure. He says it helps him blend in and not get noticed. But I think he just gets tired of being himself and simply tried to cast off his old life. He is so old he tries to feel young by changing forms."
"And he is your friend?"
"Well...Terra does not like to use the term friends. You must understand Jake, he is truly immortal. Everyone he forms an attachment to eventually withers away and dies. All the years of watching both friends and foes die while he remains has taken a toll on him. So he has disconnected himself from life in a way to lessen the pain."
"But how did he become immortal?"
"Like I said, it is his story to tell."
"Wait, the ritual can only be preformed on a certain night...oh my God! It is happening again! The night of the ritual is close at hand!"
"Well done Jacob, you figured it out quickly," Taha Aki said proudly.
"So have you found the cure? Have you found a way to make him normal?"
"We are getting ahead of ourselves, first I must finish my tale, because I just stopped it before it got good."

Fusedtwilight: Oh snap! Next chapter we find out the rest of the story. How did he get Qahla in the rock, why are there no stories of him? And some new supernatural baddies show up to cause Terra a major headache.
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