Prologue: The Legend of the Kachinawea

47 4 5
                                    

Many years ago, there was a tribe that lived in Michigan, a tribe of mighty warriors, the Takapaw. All tribes that stood before them fell. All but one.

The white man was too many, too strong and without mercy. Their greatest warrior, a brave named Skunamok, could not bear to live in defeat.

For many nights, he called upon the ancient powers, with ancient and terrible magic, Skunamok had sacrificed his flesh to the animal inside.

As Kachinawea, Skunamok had brought vengeance to his enemies, they all tried in vain to hunt him. But the Kachinawea does not breathe air or drink from the streams. Once the change is done, it cannot be undone.

Kachinawea is a killing spirit with an appetite for blood that knows no limit. As time passed, the need of vengeance is waned, and it soon became clear, that creature had to be stopped.

Only another attack of a warrior can kill the beast. To kill the wolf, it requires a magic as strong and as dark as that which created it. An arrowhead from a bone of an enemy, an exchange of a life for a life.

Magic is very powerful, rarely comes without great cause. Skunamok sacrificed himself for the good of his tribe, but for the warrior, it was no different.

They carried the wolf into its afterlife and an eternal flame burns in the memory of its spirit.

Legend says that if their tribe shall ever need his power again, the flame will extinguish as a warning that the Kachinawea returns.

The Monster Wolf of Royal WoodsWhere stories live. Discover now