The Story
At the beginning of time, there were the trees. They weren't like the trees of today, they were intelligent being, able of great power. Many things are credited to them, but none of the things tangible. They created things like Hope and Love, Peace and Calm. Great things, yes, but not noted enough as they should be.
However great that the trees were, they knew their limitations, and knew that they need someone to take care of them. So the more powerful of them, using a decaying body of their own as a vessel, they created the first wood nymph.
For most of her life, she did as she was supposed to. She cared for the trees, and they treated her as one of their own. They taught her the powers of nature, of growth and control. They grew proud of her, which was probably why they didn't notice the subtle changes in the nymph.
She grew lonely, wanting companionship and love. The trees were great to talk to, but they didn't understand things that she did. They were alive for so long that they didn't know how fleeting life would be for her, and so she did something that she shouldn't have done.
Using the powers that she had cultivated, she tried to create the perfect friend. But something went wrong with her request; Perfection is too difficult to obtain, so the magic that she weilded formed all the animals that we now know.
The trees were disappointed with her, at first. The animals ate their leaves and disrespected their sacred ground. Soon, however, they began to see the good things about what she had done. The animals pollenated the flowers, and fertalized them. They forgave her.
The animals also helped the nymphs loneliness. At least, for a while. Soon she wanted another type of companionship. She wanted someone like her, someone who she could talk to, someone who could hold her.
One day, when she was bathing, she saw the alpha-wolf on the edge of the pond. When she reached out a hand, he nuzzled it. The two of them grew attached in the way that best friends do. Eventually, the nymph had an idea. She managed to fuse a part of herself with the wolf. And she created the werewolf.
He wasn't like the werewolf of legend. He had complete control of himself, the power that he inheirited from the nymph, and the full moon, or any moon phase, had no affect over him. No thirst for flesh plagued him, nor any adversion to silver.
They continued to meet, but this time, the nymph had gotten her wish. She had someone who could talk, and hold her, and understand her in ways that the trees could not. Still, she wasn't prepared for what happened.
They fell in love.
Somehow, the trees hadn't known about the werewolf. The nymph had been quiet about where she went when she was done with her caring duties, and they had no desire to inquire about it. But they did notice when she came later and later. Eventually she had left for weeks, and they had no clue where she had gone, and no way to find out.
She did come back, but this time with a shock. In her arms she cradled two little babies. They were twins, a girl and a boy.
The trees were out raged. She had left them to care for herself and others like her when her only purpose in life was to care for them, her creator. She explained everything. About her and werewolf, their love, and their children.
Even though they had great power, the trees could not undo the past. They felt that the nymph and the werewolf needed punishment, and so they created two humans, and cursed the nymph and her love.
The two humans would populate the world; and so would the nymph and werewolf. The humans would forever hate and fear anything that they didn't understand. The nymph's children would either take after their mother or father. And would always be eternally at war with each other, nymph against werewolf. Neither side would win, and peace would never be reached.
As the curse was finished, the trees used up too much of their power. They collasped in on themselves, no longer able to stand. Their seeds scattered, and would grow into trees themselves, but they would have no power.
The nymph and werewolf were filled with sadness. How could they stand the thought that their children would be killing each other? They had an idea, they chanted the curse that the trees had bestowed upon them, and added an extra phrase to the end, hoping that it would work.
"Until history is righted."
However great that the trees were, they knew their limitations, and knew that they need someone to take care of them. So the more powerful of them, using a decaying body of their own as a vessel, they created the first wood nymph.
For most of her life, she did as she was supposed to. She cared for the trees, and they treated her as one of their own. They taught her the powers of nature, of growth and control. They grew proud of her, which was probably why they didn't notice the subtle changes in the nymph.
She grew lonely, wanting companionship and love. The trees were great to talk to, but they didn't understand things that she did. They were alive for so long that they didn't know how fleeting life would be for her, and so she did something that she shouldn't have done.
Using the powers that she had cultivated, she tried to create the perfect friend. But something went wrong with her request; Perfection is too difficult to obtain, so the magic that she weilded formed all the animals that we now know.
The trees were disappointed with her, at first. The animals ate their leaves and disrespected their sacred ground. Soon, however, they began to see the good things about what she had done. The animals pollenated the flowers, and fertalized them. They forgave her.
The animals also helped the nymphs loneliness. At least, for a while. Soon she wanted another type of companionship. She wanted someone like her, someone who she could talk to, someone who could hold her.
One day, when she was bathing, she saw the alpha-wolf on the edge of the pond. When she reached out a hand, he nuzzled it. The two of them grew attached in the way that best friends do. Eventually, the nymph had an idea. She managed to fuse a part of herself with the wolf. And she created the werewolf.
He wasn't like the werewolf of legend. He had complete control of himself, the power that he inheirited from the nymph, and the full moon, or any moon phase, had no affect over him. No thirst for flesh plagued him, nor any adversion to silver.
They continued to meet, but this time, the nymph had gotten her wish. She had someone who could talk, and hold her, and understand her in ways that the trees could not. Still, she wasn't prepared for what happened.
They fell in love.
Somehow, the trees hadn't known about the werewolf. The nymph had been quiet about where she went when she was done with her caring duties, and they had no desire to inquire about it. But they did notice when she came later and later. Eventually she had left for weeks, and they had no clue where she had gone, and no way to find out.
She did come back, but this time with a shock. In her arms she cradled two little babies. They were twins, a girl and a boy.
The trees were out raged. She had left them to care for herself and others like her when her only purpose in life was to care for them, her creator. She explained everything. About her and werewolf, their love, and their children.
Even though they had great power, the trees could not undo the past. They felt that the nymph and the werewolf needed punishment, and so they created two humans, and cursed the nymph and her love.
The two humans would populate the world; and so would the nymph and werewolf. The humans would forever hate and fear anything that they didn't understand. The nymph's children would either take after their mother or father. And would always be eternally at war with each other, nymph against werewolf. Neither side would win, and peace would never be reached.
As the curse was finished, the trees used up too much of their power. They collasped in on themselves, no longer able to stand. Their seeds scattered, and would grow into trees themselves, but they would have no power.
The nymph and werewolf were filled with sadness. How could they stand the thought that their children would be killing each other? They had an idea, they chanted the curse that the trees had bestowed upon them, and added an extra phrase to the end, hoping that it would work.
"Until history is righted."
