Wolf King Mountain

The ancient scriptures often told the tales about the past successful events of successful entities. Emperors who had succeeded on their lives; kings who had won the race to the throne; and even Generals who had brilliantly won their battles.

Other than that, those scriptures also reminded the living, about the horrible events of those old war times and the sugarcoated stories, of the victorious ones. But what it lacked, were stories about those who had failed miserably.

Those who failed every single attempt to reach greatness; those who didn't achieve their goals and primarily, those who had died while trying to do something.

Talking about ancient scriptures... There was one at the peak of the Wolf King Mountain. It stood there, emitting a blinding light, that shot itself towards the stars. It's just a pity, that no one had ever read its contents.

The Wolf King Mountain was not a normal mountain, but a whole continent that was shaped in the form of a huge mountain. It easily surpassed the fifty thousand meters in height and there were so many layers, caves and sealed spaces on it, that many of those living on the higher grounds, were not even able to see what was it like, at the foot of the mountain, much less what was on the top.

Divided into living areas and climbing spots, the mountain had created a "noble-like" system on itself. Inside the living areas, everyone could live according to their area rules, but whenever someone went to the outside, they were subjected by what everyone called as the "Greater Force".

The nobles, were those who lived at the higher grounds, where the Greater Force acted like a divine rule and if they were to try climbing even higher, trying to reach the top, they would have to fight against a gargantuan tide of pressure and force, that would instantly grind them to meat paste.

The top... The top of the Wolf King Mountain was something apart. No one was ever able to reach that place before. It was always covered by a silver layer of clouds that made it impossible for the nobles to see what existed beyond them, beyond that mysterious white veil. But werewolves, the race of individuals that lived in the Wolf King Mountain were adamant on reaching the top, even at the cost of their precious lives.

Many of them had already ventured towards those regions, called as climbing spots, just to have the last breath of life taken away from them.

No matter what, they always tried to reach the higher grounds, even going as far as organizing many expeditions in order to get there. The ones living at the foot, tried to reach the ones above and nobles, tried to get to the source of mystery.

They did it, not because they wanted to prove their greatness, but because of something else. It was like their hearts were in desperate need of what laid on the top.

But as the years passed by, they were starting to think that reaching the top was just an unattainable thing, an impossible dream that would never turn into reality. Unless, a miracle beyond their cognition happened.

Apart from the Greater Force, there were many different things that made it impossible for werewolves to climb up higher and one of those factors, was that dense silver mist that served as a physical and an energetic barrier, something that made it difficult for them to move forward, past a certain point.

Another factor, was the low quantity of resources such as air and food. If they couldn't eat or breathe properly, they were as good as dead. But even though there were many drawbacks along the way, it didn't stop people from trying to delve deeper inside that mystery. After all, there were very special individuals, that were able to resist such harsh conditions for longer than others.

Unfortunately, until this very day, those expedition attempts always ended up turning into horrible failures. The worst part of it all, was the fact that they weren't able to learn anything even after failing so many times.

It must sound crazy that people still tried to climb up the mountain, even though only death awaited them at the top, but there was a motive for that. That motive was precisely an Ancient Scripture.

There was a tale that every single werewolf knew about. It was a tale about their creation and their destiny.

That tale told them that at the top of the Wolf King Mountain, there was an Ancient Scripture left behind by the Moon Goddess herself. The Moon Goddess was not only their creator, but their support as well. When werewolves looked towards the moon, they always yearned it, like a child yearned the embrace of a mother. Even the most vicious werewolf, would somehow have a deep sense of respect towards the moon.

For that scripture, many of them have lost their lives, their treasures, their families; attempting to reach the top and prove that the tale was real. For that scripture, some of them would throw their fears away and strive for greatness; and because that scripture existed, they developed many customs and different things related to it.

At a such different and special environment, at a normal full moon night, the time where they were at their peak of power, many werewolves were outside doing the things they did for a living, such as hunting for other beasts or doing their jobs.

The werewolf race, was already past the period where they would transform at a full moon night, without willing to. That was something of the past, something of those who hadn't evolved. They now, could control their transformation, like it was on a switch mode; albeit it would be stronger, at a full moon night.

That fact didn't necessarily mean that things were better for them, since now, they were hostages of a system they had developed. Or so they thought.