Gather round all those who want to hear a tale from long ago. a Short tale filled with mystery, bravery and sorrow…
You see this tale starts in the snowy mountains somewhere in north america, where winters grew ever more frightening as the snows began to fall and the rivers began to freeze over. The lived a small tribe of native people there and though their names are scratched from history the old legend still remains till this day. there was a man named Dasan. He was the only son of the widowed Nuka, the spirit guide of the tribe. They had lived on the far edges of the settlement and rarely intervened with the village for you see they had a dark secret.
Inside of Dasan lived two horrible beasts. these beasts became known as Wapi and Seke, the twin wolves. Their story can be found all throughout the world and as mostly known as Yin and Yang. They were born alongside the boy under a bloodied red moon in the late hours when the stars marked and dotted the skies like fireflies. Dasan had been kept secret from the village and he had sworn to his mother that he would never set foot inside. Trespassers came and went from time to time but Dasan was never found until…
One day while he was picking spiritual herbs from their garden for his coming of age he heard a strange sound coming from the riverbank. He had sworn to his mother that he would never seek out any trespassers and that he would remain a secret however, he had spent countless moments of his life only ever peering through the thick shrubbery at unwelcome wanderers and he had gotten lonely. He had never known anyone other than his mother and he barely remembered his father and so as any hormone crazed teenager with a disdain for boredom he went off to investigate.
On that faithful day, Dasan had seen the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her name was Chenoa and she was the famed daughter of the chieftain. She and some of her other maidens had decided that on that very day they would disobey the chieftains wishes and wandered off into the wilderness. Unknown to them, they had gotten lost and had no way to retrace their steps. Everything appeared the same for miles and their only rescue was the strong and proud river.
Dasan knew he couldn’t let this oppertunity go, He had never met anyone apart from his own mother and he had never seen another woman, let alone one as gorgeous as Chenoa. He noticed his heart wanting to tear from his chest and he was sweating arrows. This reminded him of the time his mother took him hunting for the first time when he had shot down his first deer in the mists of summer. He remembered his mothers words from that day: “don’t fear, fear my son, it is your weapon…your ally.”
He had already decided to walk up to the maidens and introduce himself and so he did. He kept his mothers words in his mind and saw only his goal. Chenoa noticed him walking towards them as did the others. Being the daughter of a chieftain they knew no one would dare touch her however Dasan was unaware of the customs. He swore he saw the maidens smile for a second before they turned towards Chenoa, asking her what to do next. I am no linguist but I imagine that their conversations where less than formal and immensely awkward the moment Dasan arrived. The maidens did not know where they were and so they trusted Dasan to lead them safely back to the village, they had no other choice.
Dasan had never been to the village but needless to say he didn’t mention that small detail for he wanted to be of help and at best, impress Chenoa with his heroic actions. At this time, the beasts inside of him where stirring out of control. They fed on his emotion and knew when he was weak, so at the moment that they met the wolves had their very first taste of lust. He had bravely led them away from the river along the path he always saw his mother disappear on when she had went to the village for much-needed supplies. He didn’t know this path however and soon he also found himself lost.
The legend says that they spent days living off of the forest floor, Dasan knew how to hunt, forage and cook so he could easily satiate the needs of the maidens. They knew he was lost but they had no other way of finding the village and as some accounts go, they even remained because Chenoa had stared to sleep ever closer to Dasan in the cold nights. Dasan definitely had strong feelings for the chieftains daughter but if she felt the same still remains a mystery till this very day. One night as the night grew colder than ever Chenoa had been seen laying with Dasan, staring at the stars. They had stayed up after all the other maidens where asleep in their own rugged shelter. That night you could hear the sounds of war drums and the smell of sweat had filled the forest canopy.
If she didn’t feel anything for Dasan before, she definitely did that night. The next morning they had set out again as days turned into weeks, they finally saw smoke in the early hours of the morning coming from the horizon. They had finally found the village but this had instilled no happiness in either Dasan or Chenoa, for you see the night that they had gotten lost was a wedding festival as she was to be wedded to the war masters eldest the next day. Chenoa had never spoken about this to Dasan before and as the maidens ran for towards the village many villagers came to see their return.
Dasan had never set foot inside the village before, and like moths to flame the villagers were attracted to him harboring suspicion and anger. “Who is this man” they cried out. “Did he kidnap the chieftains daughter?” someone yelled from among the crowd. The Chieftain hurried to the scene along with his War mater and the War masters eldest son. Dasan had finally figured it out, but it was too late when he saw this man embrace the one he learned to love. The beasts inside where rising up into his throat, and he had given the final victory to the Black wolf Seke. Rage had filled his heart when he hear that man call Chenoa his beloved wife and Dasan lost control of the beasts inside of him.
His flesh began to tear from his body as he turned into a vile great wolf. The creature he had become had fur darker than the night sky and eyes engulfed in flames. He had charged the war masters son and in a bloody fit ripped open the chest of the man. After the black beast Seke had a taste for blood he couldn’t stop. He began to devour everyone he saw as the warriors all tried and failed to kill Dasan, now Seke. In his stupor He didn’t realize that he had killed everyone in the village and when he came to, he stared into the lifeless eyes of Chenoa, the only person he had ever loved. He killed her! He killed everyone!
That day, Dasan was no more, and Seke was born anew. They say you can still hear Seke cry in the lonely hours of the night for his love Chenoa before his hunt. He will never be forgiven and some say the gods cursed him to walk the earth untill another could learn to love him, Seke the beast, for the man Dasan was no more. His mother never saw him again and some say that she prayed to the gods for weeks going without food or drink and eventually died of starvation and cold.
This was a sad tale, but a tale I think we can all learn from. We all have our own two beasts inside of us, and who you feed the most, the one you give the most attention to will always win. Dasan never got to know Wapi, what of you fellow reader? Will you find Wapi, or give in to Seke like Dasan did?
Thank you for your time