How the Wolves got their howl-A myth

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How the Wolves got their howl-A myth

Postby Sweetgirlmollysue » Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:06 pm

Hey everybody. My name is Molly Sue. I'm a Junoir in highschool right now and for an assignment, we had to write a Myth on how something happens. Because the Wolf is my favorite animal, I chose them. The Myth below is my OWN work, every single word. DO NOT COPYWRITE IT! Please post your Feedback. Thanks!
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Re: How the Wolves got their howl-A myth

Postby Sweetgirlmollysue » Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:08 pm

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How The Wolves Got Their Howl
By: Molly Sue


Once upon a time, there were two wolf packs. The Alpha from the Northern pack had a beautiful daughter named Ilios. The Alpha of the Southern pack had a handsome son named Fengari. The Northern and Southern packs had been at war for many, many years-so long that the wolves of both packs no longer knew what the fight was about! One day, Ilios goes for a stroll through the forest. She walks for many, many hours when she comes across Fengari. Fengari leaps to his paws and growls at Ilios.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Fengari demands. Though the two wolves have lived practically next door to each other, never once have they met or even caught sight of the other. Ilios, who is much smaller and lighter than Fengari, tilts her head to the side and regards the other wolf calmly.
“I am Ilios, daughter of the Northern Pack Alpha. I have lost my way.” She dips her muzzle to him, and there is no hostility in her eyes or even her very demeanor for Ilios has a pure and loving soul.
“You do not fear me?” Fengari asks, clearly taken aback by the beautiful she-wolf before him. Ilios shocks him more by giving a small laugh.
“I do not fear you, wolf of the South, for I believe all wolves are fair creatures and would no sooner attack a wounded human than a wolf who poses no threat.” Ilios replied. Again, Fengari seems not to know what to make of the tiny she-wolf.
“But I am big and heavy and I could squash you like a bug!” The young male protested. Again, Ilios chuckles that light, tinkling laugh that resembles wind chimes in a slight breeze.
“Bigger and heavier you may be, wolf of the South, and perhaps stronger as well… but the Northern wolves have strengths as well. We are cunning and quick-witted and were I you, I would not be so quick to judge.” Ilios regarded him with lazy amber eyes as if she had not a care in the world. “Now, may I ask your name, Wolf of the South?”
“I am Fengari, son of the Alpha of the Southern Wolf pack.” Fengari still doesn’t seem to know what to make of the she-wolf but it is clear he likes her.
“Well, Fengari, would you be so kind as to show me to my territory?” And he does. Fengari and Ilios set out and in no time, Ilios is bidding him goodbye and the two part ways. But that night, as Fengari lays in his bed, he cannot sleep. His mind is full of images of the feisty, seemingly fearless Ilios. For a long while, he lays there until he drifts off to sleep, thinking of her.
Days pass and there is no sign of Ilios. Fengari becomes desperate to see the she-wolf. One night, he looks up and notices that the moon is shining brightly in a glowing orb. Fengari frowned thoughtfully, and then raced off into the forest. Fengari had an idea. He went to the hill that rose between the two territories. From there, Fengari felt closer to the moon than he ever did. Fengari tilted his head back and sang:
Come forth my sun,
Who shines so bright,
To banish the night,
And give rest to the moon.
Come forth my sun,
To lighten the hearts,
Of children so young,
And packs so old.
Come forth my Sun,
Who coats our mother,
The earth,
Who spreads joy over the meadows,
The rivers,
The sea.
Come forth my sun,
Who shines over me,
Who lightens my heart,
And ends my grief.
Come forth my sun,
Who so is gentle and loving.
Come forth to me,
Come forth,
Come forth.


As Fengari sings, his voice transforms and takes on an unearthly tone. As the song finishes, the sun clears the horizon, shining on the silhouette that stands on the Northern side of the hilltop, tail high and ears erect. For a moment, Ilios looks like a ray of sun itself, and then she bounds forward to meet Fengari.
“Your voice is so beautiful… but where did you learn it? I have heard no other wolf sing like that!” She gasped. And Ilios is right. For centuries, the song of the wolves has been ridden with words, but not Fengari. Though the words of his music were clear in meaning, the only sound that had come from him was a note that rose and fell beautifully.
“I am sorry, Ilios, but I had to see you again… but how did you know it was me?” Fengari asked, curious.
“I knew it was you because no wolf could have sung to me so sweetly. Many have come and tried to win me, but even when you simply want to see me… you manage to capture my heart.” She replies softly. Fengari can’t help the anger that rises at the thought of other wolves falling for her but he cannot blame them for he is just as taken.
“And I will sing to you a thousand times over.” Fengari promised. And he does. Every full moon, Fengari and Ilios come together and he sings to her all night long. Many try to court both young wolves but Fengari and Ilios only have eyes for each other. They keep their meetings secret, for the war between their packs continue to rage. One day, when Ilios comes to see Fengari, she is not her usual self. She is walks up the hill slowly and is so exhausted by the time she reaches the top, she collapses on her side. Worried for Ilios and fearing the worse, Fengari rushes to her side.
“What is wrong, my sunbeam?” Fengari asked, tears glimmering in his eyes. In answer, Ilios shifts so she can show her belly, which has swollen. Fengari gasps in shock. “Pups?” He demands.
“Yes, my Moonbeam. They come soon. I cannot make it back to camp before the pups will be born.” Ilios says faintly.
“What am I to do?” Fengari asked, worry lacing his voice.
“Stay with me, Fengari. You mustn’t leave my side.” Ilios replies in the same faint voice.
“I swear it.” Fengari promises. And Fengari holds true to his words. As first one, then two, and three and finally four pups are born. Ilios falls asleep soon after. A long while passes and then Fengari turns to his mate and asks: “What shall we call them?”
There is no answer. Fengari turned to his mate with a frown, but there is no flicker of awareness in her.
“Ilios, my Sunbeam?” Fengari asked, rising and shaking her with one paw. Again, there is no answer. Fengari cried out in horror and shook his beloved Sunbeam frantically, calling her name over and over. But there was no answer and, in his heart, Fengari knew she was dead.
Fengari tilted his head back and howled in anguish. He howled and howled and there was such pain in his voice that the Northern and Southern packs came to see what was wrong. The two packs Alpha’s took in the scene then looked at each other.
“I am sorry, for the loss of the beautiful Ilios.” The Southern pack Alpha said, pulling his mate close.
“I vote we call a truce.” The Northern Pack Alpha said, pulling his own mate close. And so the Northern and Southern packs raise their voices in grief for the loss of the beautiful Ilios… but they have gained something as well. A truce… as well as the ability to how to show their feelings.
It is not long after that Fengari dies of a broken heart, leaving two of the pups, a son and daughter named Meteoritis and Astir to the Southern pack. He leaves his other son and daughter, Komitis and Ilios to the Northern pack. From there on out, the Northern and Southern packs have never warred again, telling the story of the beautiful Ilios and the handsome Fengari over and over. These two wolves proved that, if you truly love something, then beautiful things will always come from it. Some say that, when they look up at the sun and the moon, they can see Ilios the Sunbeam, and Fengari the Moonbeam, in every ray. Now, every full moon, the Northern and Southern packs meet atop the hill and sing the song of Fengari and Ilios:
Come forth my Sunbeam,
And Moonbeam as well,
Spread your joy and light,
Upon us all.
To you, we listen,
For you have told,
A tale of love and beauty,
And misfortune as well.
So come forth my Sunbeam,
And Moonbeam as well,
To preach to our children,
And tell them your tale.
Speak of the love,
Between the Sun and the Moon,
The love that impossibly conquered all,
In it’s deadly fate.
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