Black Mist

the black mist people

As the firsts days of univers this world was surrounded by a black mist.

Thil a tree started to grow on those lands pushing the black mist out in surrender than a goddess put her first child onto those protected lands. But the cupidity of her children was so strong that they stopped fighting the dark mist to let themselves true there desires. To punish them the godess desided to take their power from them and cursed them to be cut from the rest of the world.

Time turn into days. Days turn into months. Months into years and the black mist seems to close on itself like a Trapp causing the black mist people to begin less numerous. Chaos was now planning on the tribute peoples heads.

Less fair maiden, less children to be born, mens begin to grow as animal doing everything they can to not fall being forgotten.

All of this because of the failure of their own ancestors. The gods needed to intervene. They sent a ray of hope on those chaotic lands.

Aïda // chap.1

Aïda was the eldes of the tribe she was the last alchemist #chaman of the black mist tribe.
She was a witch for man's , a midwife and a healer to the women's of the tribes the only great mother for them.

One day as she was walking alone in the forest like at her habitudes she heard a cry not far from where she was. She was scared at first thinking about one of her scared pupils trying to escape far from men to give birth in the dark forest alone. She runs following the cries hoping the fair maiden didn't already gave her life to save her baby. When she fell on the ground in front of an old and imposing tree.

She watched the ground trying to follow the cries once more she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw a little hand out of a piles of grass and soft flowers. She pushed them aways to discover a cold little baby crying to reconfort of her mother's warm.

She pushed the side of her coat and take her breast out of her dress trying to feed the poor, cold and hungry little peanut. Denying it at firts the baby finally started to suck. She smile at the sight of the little thing sucking in hunger now tucked in the confort of her amrs and instinctively started to sing.

**Aïda** To the deep and cold Black mist a young maiden fair is lost. But one day she'll grow stong. And be our last hope far.

Her delicate voice calmed the cries of the new born. At this moment she swore to protect this child sent by the God's.

Later when she returns to the village people we're surprised to see a newborn baby tucked in their elders maiden. Women's we're fascinated by this beautiful pictures the more curious we're asking what append. But later when men's came back from hunting fears took place in their heart.

The chief took place in front of the old women and ask what everyone wanted to really know.

**Acheliar**

What is it?

Clearly didn't care of what append and just thinking about his own well-being.

He took of the covering still in Aïda's arms to see if it was another boy or a girl. It was a new young and fresh maiden fair.

** She's gonna be my Son wife**

He said happily watching his young son already aged of 18 years old. He tried to took the baby girl out of Aïda's arms but she didn't let him have her new pupils.

**Aïda**

She my only daughter i won't let you take her from me!

She pushed his arms away and tucked her little girl in her warm embrace. Keeping her from dangers as she swore to the God's. She kept her glare in the furious eyes of the chief.

**Acheliar**

You can't denied my son his future wife. Late or soon they have the same purpose as us all! They'll have to give our tribe fair maiden and great warriors to perpetuate our existence. We are the descendants of the goddess our power can't be lost.

Aïda knew the cupidity of her people but that new ray of hope piercing the black mist wall was what they truly need knew it deep in our heart. She add to do something to save her little angel.

**Aïda**

The goddess herself asked me to protect her from our horrible manners she consent to gave us a chance to repair our ancestors faults.

The crowd started to gasp and ask questions about this fabulous encounter between their elder and the goddess. All eyes were on this miracle baby except the furious glare of the cheif that was now fuming of rage.

**Acheliar**

Full of anger the cheif started to claim loud and out of doubt.

**There's nothing behind the black mist only desolation and chaos!

Putting fears and panic in the heart of his people. But for Aïda it was clear in her mind the chief was hiding something from their view obscuring their jugement, making place only for fear. But forgetting that only one thing was stronger than fear ... Hope.

**Revor**

Suddenly the son of the cheif still shocked by thoses revelation ask.

**How to be sure it's not a trick from you witch?

Revor aims still confident to claim his new wife for himself. Sending a perverted glare to Aïda.

** You can't keep her from me forever My father already promised us to be bound together.
when she'll first bleed I'll come and take her for myself. One day she'll grow and bare my children's and we are gonna have so many!

**Aïda**

Aïda turn her gaze to Acheliar and protest in the name of the gods.

**You would contest the gods wishes. I would suggest you to tell your son to watch his mouth. Their always watching and listening the black mist could fall on us if your son made them angry!

**Acheliar**

Acheliar turn to watch his people whispering and staring in disgust at his son not wanting his son to be hated by the tribe. If his son was hated how could he become the future chief. He add to do something or his memory would be erased from the legacies of the tribe.

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