- Throughout the ages, dreams have held and often spoke to problems, fears and doubts that linger within the recesses of the mind. Many have tried to explain their meanings, and find purpose to the images flashing about in ones mind while not awake, but there have never been beings so powerful as to not only explain a dreams intent and purpose…but manipulate them for positive healing or darker intentions.
And so appeared the white mist. Such an event had never been experienced before by Lion kind. A mist which rolled over the land like a blanket and who’s purpose was unknown. It crept and slunk across the lands, swallowing the terrain and the inhabitants within it’s hungry belly, lulling and nullifying all into a deep sleeping state.
When the fog had finally dissipated, the pride awoke from their forced slumber. Groggy and disoriented several lions stumbled upon a collection of bodies laid sprawled about across their lands. All were lionesses, seemingly no different then the lions who have come before. Together the pride came together to carry and care for the newcomers, ensuring they were well cared for as they themselves slept. However, unlike the pride - these females did not wake....not for a long time. Nearly a year had passed since their unexplained appearance before, almost simultaneously, they awoke.
Some of the girls were startled and lost - others angry and discontent. All wondering the same thing - how did they get here? The pride shared in their concern, the best psychics of them all called forward to discover some clue to their arrival.....but they were handling it all wrong. The females past was locked within their element of dreams. And, when that bit came to light the psychics began unlocking clues to not their pasts....but the prides future.
But that is a tale for another time.
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On the dawn of the second year to the females arrival, one awoke from a frightful dream with ominous news to share with the pride. Her voice stuttered and cracked with every syllable that escaped her parted lips. A story of how their world is not all that it appeared to be....and neither was the appearance of the 12 mysterious lionesses.
She told of their past ancestors, who's war was fought almost 3,000 years ago.... Time was ticking faster, as was the oncoming onslaught destined to ensue. For in her vision she saw the war with the lions who started it all. The original lions - along with all their bloodshed and sins. Though blurry, she attested to their identity, describing them as if she had been there so long ago.... turns out she was. They all were.
The fog that carried their slumbering souls was the same fog that swept the lands nearly 3,000 years ago. It was lost with history - and turned to dust to be forgotten, until now. She spoke of things she just couldn't know off hand. And when sent to see a psychic her tale was confirmed.
In their past life they had been kept in tight quarters once the war broke out. Their gifts more powerful than most who lived in that time...and their insight and influence too strong to leave unchecked. So on the dawn of the first revolution.... all of them were rounded up and kept hidden within the reaches of the rebels. The leader, an air elemental known only for his deed as the "lake massacre" wanted to ensure his survival in the war and his reign. So, he tasked the females to do his bidding in exchange for their lives. But when the war changed out of his favor...the bloody ruler did not want the girls to fall into the prides hands. Instead while they slept that night, the leader had them killed.
On that night appeared the fog. Who's fingers crawled into every crevice and cave....washing across the lands, scooping up the souls that had been shed, before disappearing. Only a handful of lions saw it appear....and when the rest awoke from their slumbers they did not believe the words spoken. Soon the fog dwindled from being a rumor...to becoming a tall tale....to becoming nothing but cold air left lingering on lips. However, there was more to this fog than just the potent dream state of which it could leave you..... the fog was also a sign.
Never in lion history save for the initial appearance has the fog been seen. And now, as the civil war brakes into the deepest depths of bloodshed and destruction, the fog appears once again. The blood moon shared the bad omen of destruction and war....and the fog is the accompanying sign to it. For both to appear, lion kind is in a dark place, left darker unless the civil war is squashed for good. But for now, the fog brings new friends, new faces and hope for a peaceful planet once again.
