In this particular winter, grandmother Man-wol is all by herself.
She is a lonely old hag, labeled as such by many, for she used to be the queen consort to the Great King Sejong but later turned her royalty down in exchange for a "life of dark magic and evil", is what the naysayers has to say.
But she was the moonlight to the whole nation. She was the sunlight to every daisy, azalea and orchid gardens that ever existed. She was the preserved from all the polluted. She literally was just the fairest of them all. She still might be.
She enjoyed the luxury every woman her age would die and beg for but not quite... She had let everything slip away from her hands as smoothly as silk for brilliant young lady Man-wol know that these material things aren't for her to enjoy savour; this shouldn't be the life she's living and it's simply just not her path to take.
She left and turned away from the palace and never looked back again.
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36th year of King Sejong's reign, Quarters of the Head of the Mountain Shaman
Grandmother Man-wol asks for first apprentice Sunyi to gather sage leaves and the most vibrant-colored of chamomiles she can get on the forest. The more vibrant a flower is, the more aromatic and flavorful it can be.
"Fox. A dainty yet cunning fox. Come out of this bowl and into the moonlight, come out, come out and howl into the nothings of the dark skies..." she chants on. As she repeat these enchanted words, she takes a wooden torch which emits a bluish kind of flame out and gradually blazes it onto the tub full of different herbs of every sort. A fire lights up as she touched the round corners of the stone bowl with her old, limp-looking but able hands. One big strike in the middle of the tub and little rounds and circles all over the sides.
"Come out, my daughter, into the moonlight you go, come..."
As she stopped with the chant, all the fire on the bowl calmed and subsided and once the large dose of smoke did too. A sleeping baby moonlight firefox lays calmly... as if the bowl wasn't blazing on fire just couple of seconds ago.
Grandmother Man-wol would no longer be by herself. She got the whole world and more in her hands, just sleeping safe and soundly... she have reached the world of the filthy mortals safe and sound.
Her name would be the sound of the call of spring; her beauty as vibrant as the colours of the fout seasons and her eyes... like a wildfire, ever-blazing.
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When The Wolf Fell In Love With The Fox
Fantasia"I remember crying over you and I don't mean a couple of tears and I'm blue. I'm talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon."
