The legend of Kaspar
In the times gone past, our people lived with spirits, wearing forms more different than the ones we now have. Two great gatherings, where spirit met the heart of man, were the spirits early gifts to us for our victories against the traitor-men, whom enslaved the spirits of war, the spirits of people yet to live, and the spirits of happiness. The first gathering was a place of white clear water with strong white buildings by the shore, this was the place of the fire spirits and their bodies of stone. Greatest maker of the fire-spirit-men is Sun-Stag the spirit's shaman of summer and life.
The second gathering were the home of the wolf spirit brothers. Our people among them took two forms one that walked on two legs with the face of man, or woman, and a second that took the form of a wolf spirit.
Long ago among the wolf spirits, war had come to our people. The traitor-men had bound the spirits of war, people-yet-to-live, and spirits of hapiness to their will.
"We must fight," spoke Old Grey, the wisest of the wolf brothers. Old Grey had been to the great divide to the south where the war was greatest, the hunt constant, and the cries of the dying the loudest.
Pack Leader, the dying chief of our people after Sister went away long ago, had a different voice, "No, you have a Debt. We all have Debt. Recall all our pack. No longer will we fight to reach the lost spirits. Our Debt is too large to continue fighting with all our pack."
Old Grey growled at pack leader. Before she could issue a challenge. Pack Leader barked, "From now on only five of our best may fight the traitor-men."
Old Grey turned to her wolf form, lunging at Pack Leader in rage. For the chief's word is law, none may go against it. Pack leader faded away from our land that day.
"Who will the spirits choose as chief now. I am the strongest, the wisest among us. I fought to free our spirit friends. Oh spirits am I not the chief now?" Old Grey thought we would follow them.
The great pack of spirits would choose our chief, not just the spirits of those who lived among us. There had ben other spirits that fought against the traitor-men. With the spirits of war chained to the traitor-men's will we lost many of our fastest hunters, greatest cooks, and tricksters. The spirits of fire to the north, gave the spirits of the Sister wolf, a wolf of fire. Different from the wolf pack of Sister, this wolf studied the secrets of fire, until their wolf form took on fire as a coat of red that burned. This wolf, named Kazgar, had Debt. A Debt of the soul the spirits of fire placed to better war against the traitor-men and free their fellow spirits. Kazgar was chosen by the gret pack of spirits to lead all spirits and men.
Kazgar built the second gathering, home of the wolves, into a spirit of defiance that would strike at those who came near. Kazgar also used his fur coat of fire to teach our ancestors to speak through fire to anyone over any distance.
Kazgar had ignored the traitor-men. The traitor-men had not forgotten where they stole the mighty spirits broken to their will. The traitor-men walked to our lands with three armies. The five best warriors, not our chief though, were sent to challenge the traitor-men, ran from the armies in shame. Our best feared the strength of the traitor-men, but our best did not completely abandon Kazgar. One-Fur, one of the five wariors, told Kazgar through a message in fire the traitor-men would attack, and our best five warriors would run away.
Kazgar laughed at One-Fur, "Come home, we are safe, the traitor-men cannot reach us behind our home."
"Hmph, and She-The-Snow is your wife," One-Fur scoffed. One-Fur had been away from the second gathering too long. Once, he and Kazgar shared their hunts with each other. Now, Kazgar had turned on One-Fur. Enforcing the law of the past chief that the people owed a debt so great they must pay it before they fight against the traitor-men. Some had paid it, some ran, others had yet to pay.
"Where can you run, if the traitor-men do kill us? They will hunt you as well. We are spirits of great power. I have many gifts from the spirits of fire, but yours is a great voice when a mind that cuts is needed to lead where I am not." Kazgar the chief of the wolf spirits, had a mind, tounge, and skill that covered everything. Martial prowess that could kill a great orker, wisdom beyond the eyes of mortals, a skill at singing that amazed the four mighty spirit shamans of the seasons. Yet, Kazgar was weaker alone than with all the spirits of our land at his side. The greatest spirits of our land, the four shamans, powerful leaders of the spirits who supported Kazgar in many things throughout his life.
One-Fur, a war-spirit that never touched the grasp of the traitor-men, for he was training to take the place of the spirit's shaman of the autumn and death when the traitor-men came for his people. She-the-Snow, a bone-spirit, shaman of winter and memory. The Sun-Stag, fire-spirit shaman of summer and life. Empty-plains, a air-spirit shaman of spring and mystery.
One-Fur sighed, his friend might be too proud of the second gathering changes, too sure they will stand. There were shamans of strong wills among the traitor-men. If Kazgar and the people fell to the will of his enemy, One-Fur would be alone. Better to be chained with Kazgar and the rest than alone forever.
"I will return my chief." One-Fur replied.
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The traitor men surrounded the second gathering, a few days after One-Fur returned to second gathering.
Three leaders of the traitor-men led the traitor-men armies. Kruk the white, Zunk the reborn, and Grasshopper the shadow.
"What are they doing?" asked a white skinned man with black marks in the shape of bears, badgers, mighty storms, and screaming eyes. The fortress of their enemy, the spirit-born stood before him. With the spirit-born bound to his will becoming the great chief of all creatures would be easy.
"The will-broken? Poisoning the enemy supply...." spoke Grasshopper the shadow, skilled in the traitor-men's means of binding spirits. Grasshopper had used his magic to break the wills of those inside the fortress. "Urghhhhagh!" Grasshopper yelled out in pain, as his connection with the spirits whose wills he broke to his will died.
"The easy way is gone," Zunk said. Grasshopper whimpered in pain, Kruk gazed at the fool, he was forced to call leader.
"At dawn?"
"At night, we break in, bind their wills and spirits. Leave none behind." Grasshoper commanded.
"You can't try to bind their wills again from here?" Even a fool can be of use to the skilled, were words Kruk lived by.
Grasshoper did not immediately reply to Zunk's question.
"A spirit is blocking me." Zunk and Kruk, looked at Grasshopper. Grasshopper broke the wills of powerful war spirits, tribes of men followed Grasshopper. None had defied the will of Grasshopper, fought and struggled, but none defied.
"Do you know where the spirit is?" Kruk eventually asked.
"Everywhere, nowhere, I would have to spend time to find it. Time that grows short the longer we stay in this land. Rest, but stay alert for our attack."
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Kazgar would win the fight against the traitor-men. She-the-Snow, Kazgar's first wife, the other shamans, and the spirit of defience. Used magic to wait out the traitor-men, who unlike spirits needed food from their own land to eat and stay in our land. The traitor-men dropped dead until none remained. Kazgar went south with the shamans to free their chained spirit brothers. South, to the lands of more traitor-men.
In the South, Kazgar and the shamans found the homes of traitor-men long abandoned, or being robbed by other traitor-men and true-men, men who fought against the traitor-men that wanted the world to bow to the traitor-men. Kazgar disguised his group as true-men, throughout the lands of the men they wandered seeking the prison of their lost spirit people. Kazgara saw buildings that reached the stars, great cities, wise-men who could trap the power of animals inside a corpse. Along the way they aided the true-men in a war against the traitor-men.
Kazgar could not find their lost spirit people. Sun-Stag suggested that maybe the spirits were called away, or already returned. She-the-Snow suggested they return to their lands, the lost spirit people could not be found, and their people need leaders. One-Fur and Empty-Plains were against returning, but they could not deny looking anymore would not mean they will find their lost people. Kazgar refused to give up, but She-the-Snow was right his people needed their leaders.
Kazgar returned to our people without our lost people. The years passed Sun-Stag, She-the-Snow, One-Fur, and Empty-Plains moved the seasons in response to Kazgar's Debt. He failed to find our people, Sun-Stag had placed too much of the favor of the fire-spirits in his creation, Kazgar gave One-fur life as long as Sun-Stag. Kazgar's Debt was tall, clever Kazgar created new ways to gather food, make food, travel across the snow, teach man to walk with the spirits instead of cage us again. We said Kazgar had paid his debt.
We thought Kazgar would never fade.
Sister-Wolf returned to us.
"Why are you still here?" Sister-Wolf asked the withered husk like corn red wolf, who was once Kazgar the Blacksword, pride of the fire-spirits, Sun-Stag's greatest gift, and now leader of the fire-spirits. Bound to the stone of the first gathering by order of Sun-Stag whom Kazgar tricked into granting One-Fur, Empty-Plains, and She-the-Snow long life.
Kazgar could not move, the weight of his home too heavy on his body, to reply. Kazgar had failed his people, and Sister-Wolf came to collect the Debt. Sister-Wolf white as snow, with eyes of green and lightning, took a form of a man Kazgar had heard of once long ago.
Kazgar struggled to move, the form before his eyes matched what he had been told. He remembered why the debt existed it was not his debt, but the debt of the one who came before him. His eyes told him the two might be one. Kazgar's nose, old, barely useable, smelled the scent of Sister-Wolf on the form. "Old Grey," Kazgar whispered.
"Why are you still here?" Sister-Wolf/Old Grey asked, twirling a wolf necklace around his right hand.
"I have a Debt to pay." Kazgar growled.
Sister-Wolf smiled, was she going to mock Kazgar?
"Forever? All Debt can't be paid or no one would die. Nothing would grow. We all would be slaves to ourselves who should obey the traitor-men."
"I have a Debt to pay?" Kazgar asked to himself, or Sister-Wolf I don't know. Sister-Wolf didn't say.
Kazgar faded the day Sister-Wolf returned. Sister-Wolf told us this story, ending with the words. "I release you of your Debt Kazgar, you may now fade away into memory and song for all time." Then he faded away from us, again.
The End.