There was once a grand wolfess who went by the name Talia. She was a strong, lean Alpha, and was powerful. But she was vain, and although she was beautiful enough, she wanted to become even more beautiful. She wanted to shine brightly, to make sure she stood out so everyone would notice her.
Along came a wizard, who was offended by her vainness and lack of responsibility and love to her packmates. He cast a spell, and granted her wish. She did stand out, she did shine brightly, but she was a robot. Horrified, she mourned for her old self, and wanted to become a true wolfess once again. The wizard, now pitying the miserable creature, said there was only one way to change herself back.
"You must go to the darkest reaches of Outcast Cove.
You shall seek your troubles, your fears, and your problems,
And you shall battle each.
But be aware of the strengths of these elements,
For they are you, and if you cannot realize that, you will falter.
Falter once, falter forever,
And you will remain a cursed one for the rest of eternity,
And live forever as a metal shell that contains only your soul."
From then on, newly named Metalia set off for the journey of a lifetime to find the true beauty in nature and herself.
Along came a wizard, who was offended by her vainness and lack of responsibility and love to her packmates. He cast a spell, and granted her wish. She did stand out, she did shine brightly, but she was a robot. Horrified, she mourned for her old self, and wanted to become a true wolfess once again. The wizard, now pitying the miserable creature, said there was only one way to change herself back.
"You must go to the darkest reaches of Outcast Cove.
You shall seek your troubles, your fears, and your problems,
And you shall battle each.
But be aware of the strengths of these elements,
For they are you, and if you cannot realize that, you will falter.
Falter once, falter forever,
And you will remain a cursed one for the rest of eternity,
And live forever as a metal shell that contains only your soul."
From then on, newly named Metalia set off for the journey of a lifetime to find the true beauty in nature and herself.
Does this story almost remind anyone of a wooden puppet who could move without strings who wished he was a boy?
