Before the spirit codes formed, there were seven tribes who lived happily in their territories.
Crescent moon.
This tribe was the most reputable because of the large number of people in the tribe. They wore white garments everywhere they went and they were feared by all and nobody could come close to them in terms of number, and with numbers came strength and for this reason, they were held in high regard.
The Crescent moon tribe were always at the forefront whenever it came to music, Music was inculcated into their living and they loved it because they believed it helped them live healthy and elevated moods, they all loved it because they knew it lessened stress and symptoms of depression. Every family knew how to sing and they had a ceremony called will yank where they could showcase their talent.
During the moon goddess worship, they would sing beautifully and channel the goddess in the most ethereal way possible.
Red blood.
The Red blood Tribe were made mostly of warriors, they were brutal with an average number of fighters that could die for their leaders. This tribe lived mostly on the hills and did not believe in wearing garments, they said they did not want to betray their ancestors and for that reason, they walked around close to being naked. Married women had a unique way of distinguishing themselves from young ladies and that was covering their boobs. They planted their crops and hunted in the mountains for that was their territory.
Far north were the Red Candles, they had numerous scholars from this tribe, and they had the highest number of scholars; Their strength came in knowledge and for this reason, every family in this clan made it incumbent upon themselves to learn and teach their werewolves everything that was needed to be known about the laws of this world. Fathers boasted about how much they had learned about this world amidst their pairs, girls always held a special affinity for the most brilliant boys. But the Red candles had a major problem And that was how to transform their Knowledge into wealth. They could talk but rarely took action.
Nethertheless, in the whole town, they were also respected and whenever there was a problem that needed to be handled critically, the red candles were usually called upon.
Fislow Ward was known commonly for their blue garments, they walked with elegance and Pride even though the women in this tribe were the most powerful, they were seen mostly on the farm trying to meet ends means and they further went ahead to harvest and sell their crops. The women struggled to make money while the men sat down and did nothing during the day waiting patiently for the night. When the long-awaited night finally approaches they will collect some of the gold coins made by their women, to take their favorite drink which is the Kotas. The men of the fellow tribe had a very beautiful belief about the Kotas drink, they said the one father away from their house was always the sweetest and for this reason, they traveled a few kilometers to enjoy themselves, in every bar, a man in a blue garment could be found.
The Dark Knight consisted of mostly Assassins, they lived and survived on the water.
The Dark Knights built their houses on water and made a fascinating living on the water. Whenever a baby reached the age of ten, he/she would be thrown into the water. This tribe believed they were acquitting the baby with the water who would be his best friend, they could also fight on land but nobody dared to come close to them on water. The Dark Knight was very un-materialistic and lived mostly on basic things and made a beautiful living.
The Night bliss was the wealthiest of all the Seven tribes, they had magnificent buildings with mind-blowing architecture. They were very good Merchants, The Night Bliss did business both day and night, did not care about the weather nor Season, they were always traveling with their Caravan; trying so hard to be the wealthiest in their community, with money came pride and respect and every individual in this tribe needed to have immerse money to be respected. Their Women tried to keep up with the men and for this reason, they were also seen as very expensive to keep but they were beautiful so nobody cared about the money and only their tribe could take in a woman from the Night Bliss. The Alpha of the Night Bliss was a huge handsome Alpha named Killian, his urge for power was something that could not be ignored, he tried so hard to be better than the other Alphas.
He had asked for help on how to lead the seven tribes altogether and he was told he had to find 'the special one'
And who was this special one?
He had no idea but his witch gave him a name. Alexander Firdaus.
He had asked where he could find him and he was told, The solar tribe.
The weakest amongst the seven.
The Solar tribe lived in a remote area, where trees shielded them from the sun, irrespective of their setbacks they were happy, Children could be seen jumping from one place to another, they knew they were the smallest but in their hearts, they were the happiest, they always had fun in the night, they would light a fire and sit round it. The older men will tell tales about their ancestors, folklore or maybe about things they had encountered In the past and how they bravely navigated through it. Some of them were lies, others had elements of truth in them either way, they were joyous of all the tribes.
The Solar tribe would talk about the benefits of Folktales, they would say it played an important role in their clan. Because stories reflect their group's cultural identity, preserving the stories of Werewolves would help preserve an entire culture. Storytelling affirmed pride and identity in a culture. In this amazing town of theirs, stories were created by and for the tribes telling them. Different groups in their town had different rituals or ceremonies for storytelling, which created a sense of belonging to a cultural group. To outsiders hearing a clan stories, it provided an insight into the community's beliefs, views, and customs. For people within the community, it allows them to encompass their group's uniqueness. They showed the werewolves' desires and fears of a group, such as love, marriage, and death.
The Solar tribe would always say, Folklores are also seen as a tool for education and entertainment. They provided a way for children to understand the material and social environment. Every story had a moral to teach people, such as goodwill prevails over evil.
For entertainment, stories were set in fantastic worlds. Even though folktales were for entertainment, they brought a sense of belonging and pride to their communities. The Solar Tribe had an amazing culture that treated women equally to men, they showed everyone was equal and everyone deserved to be respected, Their women were also blessed with long and curly hairs that always touched their backs.
Killian thought about the tribe and laughed. To him, all those things they prided themselves in was hopeless. He wondered why the so-called special person would be in a tribe as lowly as Solar.
But when he thought about the advantage he would have if he found the special person.
His heart raced with excitement.
With that, he vowed to find the special person.
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Alexander Firadus, a wolf born into the weakest tribe out of the seven, was not content with his life because he could not do the things he wanted to and honestly, he did not know what he wanted to do.
He just existed, not lived.
But how could he live? He did not recognize who he was or how he wanted to live.
It didn’t help that he was born under the Solar tribe. According to the tribal markings, Solar Tribe was considered lesser and they were often used as slaves or servants due to their incapability to match with the other wolf tribes.
Alexander knew he was different from the very first day he was born. Even the skies declared his presence on the day he was born.
The skies had shone with a dust of blue called Exarela, an occurrence which one could only see once in his lifetime, or never and wasn't sure he liked being different.
He had extraordinary strength and poise. He could do what average werewolves couldn't, and his capabilities surpassed that of vampires and witches.
He became both feared and respected in his tribe, but Alexander had a little problem. His memory was becoming more fuzzy as days passed.
He didn’t exactly know when it began, or how it came to be, but he knew it was a problem that had to be fixed.
He couldn't keep sitting around, hoping the moon goddess would take pity on him and cure his memory problem.
Deciding on a long hike through the icy mountains, with his traveling gear on his back, Alex set out for the solution to this increasingly annoying memory failure. He spent several nights in the thick woods, eating the food he’d carried with him, until it ran out. On the sixth day, Alvin stayed under a large tree with so many branches which stretched out as far as the eye could see. The roots of the tree branches in several directions, and served as a resting place.
Even his surroundings were thick with fog, and Alex couldn’t see a damn thing. But, he heard the snap of a tree branch a short distance away, and it sent the chirping birds parking from their nest on the top of another tree. Alex’s ears perked up immediately, and he reached for the gun nestled beside his lean legs. He couldn’t risk changing to a werewolf when he had no idea what was out there. Gun on steady, he navigated through as much of the ice as he could, some of it covering the front of his high boots, and soaking his skin, but he didn’t mind. His wolf instinct snapped at him, urging him forward, further into the thick fog. Alex mistakenly stepped on a fallen tree branch, and it crunched under his weight, the only sound in the stark quiet of the morning.
“Who’s there?” Alexander dared to call, darting behind a sturdy bark. His breathing was soft and uneven, and Alex could feel his heart beating faster with each passing minute. Cocking the rifle he was holding, he listened for any out-of-place sound—an indication that he wasn’t the only one here in these woods. Everywhere was still as it had been when Alex woke up under the tree. But when Alexander turned back to where his things had been, they were no longer there. Whoever took them must have known the area pretty damn well, and Alex didn’t discover any foul play. Foot tracks had been properly covered. Letting out a low growl, he tried to fight his wolf form from kicking in. The hairs on his arm were standing at attention, and his eyeballs grew wide.
He couldn’t hold it any longer. Alexander allowed himself to transform, gritting when the pain tore through his skin like a knife wound. It wasn’t usually this painful, and Alex had to battle with his wolf. In the end though, he won, but he was so weak his body collapsed on the floor, and his vision faded into darkness.
When Alexander woke up, a few hours later, he saw that he was in a strange place. An old cabin from the looks of it. There were several holes in the walls which had been boarded up, probably from the outside. A small table, a wooden chair, and shelf overflowing with dusty books, were the only thing Alexander could see. That was apart from the bamboo bed he was lying on, still in the same outfit from the previous day.
Alexander couldn’t remember what had happened, or how he ended up in this enclosed space, the last he could recall was holding a gun. And bam! Here he was. Alexander rolled over to the side of the tiny bed, and a sharp pain pierced his skull. It felt like he’d been asleep for days, and Alexander didn’t want to even think about it. He was on a mission to find the cause, and solution to his memory loss, that was what he needed to focus on right now. Alex pushed through his lethargy, and with each step he took to the room door, he kept on thinking if he’d been doing the right thing, heading out in the woods. It wasn’t because he was afraid of being ganged up and beaten by other big bad wolves who envied the amount of power he had, on the contrary, he was only scared of dying, with his body left for the vultures to feed on.
Alex pushed through his lethargy, and with each step he took to the room door, he kept on thinking if he’d been doing the right thing, heading out in the woods. It wasn’t because he was afraid of being ganged up and beaten by the other big bad wolves who envied the amount of power he had, on the contrary, he was only scared of dying, with his body left for the vultures to feed on. The thought was beyond horrifying, and Alex had to remind himself that he was powerful, an alpha male. Although he’d been born under the Solar tribe, who were written off as nothing more than slaves, Alexander knew his story was just beginning. Once, Alex tried the lock on the door, and he was a bit surprised when it didn’t budge, as if he had expected it to. Well, he was going to have to break the lock then. He stepped back a little, feeling starved off air, and slammed the door with his closed fist. The door gave way, nothing but a small mass of wood now that he looked at it. Why was he here? And who’d lo
"Who are you?" Alexander looked at Esther who simply smiled at her recent well-done work.In just a few minutes, he had fully absorbed the memories she wanted him to.The door opened revealing Alpha Killian whose face held a look of sadness and grief. Esther released the barrier she had placed around the room and Alpha Killian moved towards them and bent over in front of Alexander whose eyes held nothing but rage.Alpha Killian placed a hand on Alexander's shoulder and said, "I saved you."Alexander looked at Alpha Killian. After being knocked off the cliff by a face that looked similar to his brother's, he completely blacked out.Alexander looked at the odd-looking woman and Alpha Killian chuckled, "She's a healer, I brought her here to take a look at you."Alexander simply stared straight at the woman."Actually," Killian brought Alexander's attention back to himself, "I.. Was mistreated by people of that tribe."He showed Alexander the scar on his back, the one he got when he comp
He stood over the dead woman, the memories rushing back into him so fast he had to sit down to catch a breath.Nothing was making sense anymore. His head hurt so bad as the flashes got worse. This time, he let them take him.*Time: Unknown*He slammed the hoe down and the wood split clean in half. He started humming an old song he learnt from his father. His ears pricked up as he heard footsteps particular to Noelle, the love of his life. He let his lips lift in a smile as he straightened, turning around to face her. "I am quite afraid of whoever you are thinking of while doing that." She said, brows arched.He laughed, giving her a smile. "It's no one, trust me." She smiled that soft smile of hers, the one that only he knew. "You sure? You seemed so concentrated."He dropped the hoe, letting his eyes drift to the sky. It was almost time. He knew it, and she did too. "We should start going to the tree." "I am not in a hurry, Noelle." He smiled at her, trying to soothe her fears despi
The gate finally reached Alexander's line of vision and it made him delighted. Finally, he was going to be free from the illusion he called home.He ran towards the gate, his heart beating hard against his ribcage as he neared the gate. After living like a fool— Even though he did not remember the parts of him that were foolish, he could feel it in his soul that he did something foolish.He had dreams that he killed his family and the dreams were almost as vivid as his sight. He hated himself. No, he hated the things he did in the dream. He wasn't sure it was real but he lived quite a long time without memory and having something such as his dream to hold on to made him feel a certain way. A stirring in his chest that made him feel like he could take control of his life.He wasn't sure how but he felt like change would begin once he stepped out of the gate. And he did. He jumped as high as he could and his fingers clutched the metal of the six feet tall gate that was erected into the
Esther walked through the packed crowd, a cloak above her head in Night bliss town.She'd told Alpha Killian a false message because she foresaw that he was going to betray her and out of all things, betrayal didn't sit well with her, so she plotted against him— It didn't take a lot of effort actually. All she had to do was lie sternly and he easily bought her words.She didn't expect him to buy her words. How could he have thought that drinking Alexander's blood would give him powers? That was just ridiculous.Alpha Killian got what he deserved.Esther didn't feel bad about his death at all. In order to live in the world, one would either choose to kill or be killed. She preferred the latter. Ever since she discovered that the people she thought were her family wanted her dead, her entire world changed and so did she.When she was thrown down the cliff by her so-called family friend, she had hit a rock and she smelt death.Next came numbness and coldness emitting from her organs tha
As soon as Esther discovered that she could do more with her dark magic when she ate the strange fruit from the tree that had grown from Alexander's blood, she smiled. To be sure of what she had just discovered, she picked another fruit and ate it. Powers surged through every vein in her body. She felt her dark power reverberate through her blood and her heartbeat in excitement.She closed her eyes and opened them again to focus her attention on a little rock in front of her. She made a mental command at the rock to get even bigger than it already was. When the rock tripled in size, she smiled to herself. Still wanting to test more, she walked to a little grass in front of her and channeled her inner energy into the tip of her middle finger. She touched the grass with it and commanded the little grass to die. Her little smile turned into a large grin and she stood up.She went back to the strange tree and fingered the bark of it with millions of hours floating through her brain. A min
Esther nearly smirked at the expression on the woman's face. She wished that she could caption that look on Alicia's face forever, then she would have and she would replay them in her brain every day. But alas, it was an impossible task."Are you sure about what you just said?" The coven leader asked her."Yes," Esther responded in a loud voice. She was a little proud of herself because of the discovery she had made. But when she heard Alicia scoff, she knew that the woman didn't believe her even before she heard the words."You expect me to believe that? From you who is nothing more than a stinky child that loves nothing more than looking for attention?" The coven leader said.Esther was hurt by the words the leader had spoken to her. It might be true that she seeks attention some of the time, but she had never deliberately sought one. Most of those times, she was always on her own practicing her spells which of course would go wrong and the disaster she created would always attract
When Esther opened her eyes, rays of light from somewhere in the room nearly blinded her eyes and she closed her eyes against the assault. Slowly, she opened her eyes again and looked around angrily for the source of the light. When she saw that it came from the window, she got up to close the window and winced from the pain she felt from the little exercise.She checked the source of the pain and saw a healing wound on her right arm and her thigh. She sat back on the bed as the memories of what happened from the tree came back to her. She shook her head to clear the thought away and she focused on the room she was in. Esther could see that the room she was in was quite shabby given how scanty the room was and she wondered how she got to the placeShe heard the door opening and she looked up. When no one entered through the door, she got apprehensive and centered her thoughts on her power to protect herself. When the leader of the witches' coven popped her head into the room, Esther r