Long-time ago there was a woman, who lived deep in the woods
under the mountains. She was a child of
nature and sister of its creations. She respected nature and lived by its
rules. In return, mother nature gifted her with the ability to phase into a wolf.
But no ordinary wolf. The biggest, strongest and the most majestic wolf anyone
has ever seen. Her ginger fur was like a campfire in the middle of the night.
Burning between the trees. Strong paws could run through rivers and climb on
mountain peaks with no effort. And her eyes, deep green like spring leaves.
Indeed she was a child of nature, an unstoppable beauty.
One day she met a man, strong and kind. They fell in love
which gifted them with a child of their own. A son. However, the child of
nature never reviled her wolf to the man. Afraid he would not understand. For
years the lived a happy life. When their child turned thirteen he phased too. This
left her husband in shock which turned into hatred and disgust. He left his
family. The man returned the same night with the people of the village. All of
them carrying sharp weapons. In fear for her child, the woman ran with her son.
She did not want to fight, it was against nature to take someone’s life. So she
ran. But the scream of pain made her stop. She saw her son stumbling back with
a knife piercing his small heart.
The grief and anger poisoned her blood and mind. In a blind
rage, she phased into a wolf and leaped at anyone she could see. Her fur no
longer held a colour of fire but death. Her sharp claws ripped limbs apart.
People ran but there was no escape. The snow melted under the fresh blood
boiled by fear. The screams lasted till the dawn. When the first rays of the
sun shone on the massacre, the woman senses came back. But she wished they did
not. Her eyes widen and she choked on the metallic air. She stumbled between
bodies and fell next to her son. Boy’s skin turned pale. She reached for his
body, bringing it closer to her shaking chest. The woman stayed there, holding
her child and weeping for his faith.
She wished her death will come fast. But nature decided
otherwise, as a punishment the child of nature could not die. She did not age,
her body never got sick. No knife or stone could harm her. Wolf’s fiery fur
turned white matching fresh snow. Her spring eyes drown into the blue of the
wild waterfall. Her human skin resembled ice. Sun hurt her body with the heat
and brightness. Her heart stopped and blood froze. She no longer was a child of
The woods and mountains were cursed to never see life again.
The snow never melted, it piled and piled to the point it covered trees. The ground froze so nothing could grow there. Fog settled over the woods, not letting the
sun through. Mountains hovered high over the valley sending avalanches to fall
and crush the life that was left. Nothing could live there, nothing and no one apart from
the snow wolf. She stayed in those woods and mountains. High and deep
enough so no one would get near her. She never wanted to see a human again.
So she lived in the dark of night, hiding from her sorrows.
Never changing back into human form. Losing all connection to the race that
took from her so much. She wanted to forget. Years and years passed and her
memories never faded. Nature preserved her brain so she could relive her nightmares
day and night. As much as she wanted to, she could not forget being human. She
would never forget how her lungs hurt after a small run or how she enjoyed
laughing with her son. No matter what in the end she would always be a human.
- A. M. Wolowicz