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tamingthemuseTitle: How it began
Prompts: #365- torpor
Rating: gen
Summary: Every story needs a beginning.
Maybe it was just because I liked helping people make the best with what they could do. Maybe it was because I found him and the challenge he unknowingly offered interesting. Maybe I was just bored. Maybe it was something else entirely. I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care.
Fact is, it happened, and that's all that matters.
I was new in town. I had decided to move out of my native place to grow up as a person, to put behind what tied me to the past, to feel one hundred percent free for the first time in my life. To allow me to be myself without caring about family opinions. That's how I ended up in a small, hot and sunny small town hundreds of miles away from home. I found a place to live in, rather tiny, but cosy and not too far from the city center, and took a job at the local library. I located the stores, the cinema, and all the buildings I would want or need to visit at some point. I made contact with the local pagan community – one of the arrangements my moving ah made easier to take - , and eventually settled in a comfortable routine under the warm sun of the south.
Our very story began one fresh evening, at the end of fall, as I entered the local pagan temple. The usual members were there, and I greeted them happily, as I did every week, but I could feel something was different. It was all around us, some sort of nervous electricity, cracking in the air near a group of people I didn't know. At first they stayed aside, together, like a pack of wolves assessing a situation, hesitating between attack and retreat. And that's what they were, in a sense ; I had just had my first glimpse at the local werewolf pack.
I didn't know it at the time, but it was the moment when I really became part of the supernatural community. It was also the first time the pagan community was threatened by something more than conservative Christians, too. That's what Julia, our Great Priestess, explained to us when everybody had arrived, and had sitted in the main room of the temple. The werewolves had joined us in the circle, even if they avoid to make contact outside the pack.
I couldn't help but be curious. I already had heard about werewolves, of course. I knew they weren't the friendliest supernatural creatures outside, but I had some sort od fascination for the ones that were here with us, listening to the same talk. The threat we had to face was apparently not focused only on us ; that's why the wolves were there, because they were involved too, and has decided an alliance with the witches was better than risk being destroyed. Still, to me, they didn't seem to react much to the situation ; their leader, at least, looked overwhelmed by grief and worry too heavy for his incredibly wide shoulders. I think it reach something inside me, something along my own personality and responsability troubles. Or maybe it was just that I found him very handsome. It was probably a mix of both, knowing me.
"The best for us would be to have a contact among the pack, someone with magical abilities." When Julia had called for volunteers to reinforce the link between the communities, nobody seemed happy about taking the job. And before I had fully thought about it, I decided to do it.
That's how everything began. I still don't know how they're gonna end.
Prompts: #365- torpor
Rating: gen
Summary: Every story needs a beginning.
Maybe it was just because I liked helping people make the best with what they could do. Maybe it was because I found him and the challenge he unknowingly offered interesting. Maybe I was just bored. Maybe it was something else entirely. I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care.
Fact is, it happened, and that's all that matters.
I was new in town. I had decided to move out of my native place to grow up as a person, to put behind what tied me to the past, to feel one hundred percent free for the first time in my life. To allow me to be myself without caring about family opinions. That's how I ended up in a small, hot and sunny small town hundreds of miles away from home. I found a place to live in, rather tiny, but cosy and not too far from the city center, and took a job at the local library. I located the stores, the cinema, and all the buildings I would want or need to visit at some point. I made contact with the local pagan community – one of the arrangements my moving ah made easier to take - , and eventually settled in a comfortable routine under the warm sun of the south.
Our very story began one fresh evening, at the end of fall, as I entered the local pagan temple. The usual members were there, and I greeted them happily, as I did every week, but I could feel something was different. It was all around us, some sort of nervous electricity, cracking in the air near a group of people I didn't know. At first they stayed aside, together, like a pack of wolves assessing a situation, hesitating between attack and retreat. And that's what they were, in a sense ; I had just had my first glimpse at the local werewolf pack.
I didn't know it at the time, but it was the moment when I really became part of the supernatural community. It was also the first time the pagan community was threatened by something more than conservative Christians, too. That's what Julia, our Great Priestess, explained to us when everybody had arrived, and had sitted in the main room of the temple. The werewolves had joined us in the circle, even if they avoid to make contact outside the pack.
I couldn't help but be curious. I already had heard about werewolves, of course. I knew they weren't the friendliest supernatural creatures outside, but I had some sort od fascination for the ones that were here with us, listening to the same talk. The threat we had to face was apparently not focused only on us ; that's why the wolves were there, because they were involved too, and has decided an alliance with the witches was better than risk being destroyed. Still, to me, they didn't seem to react much to the situation ; their leader, at least, looked overwhelmed by grief and worry too heavy for his incredibly wide shoulders. I think it reach something inside me, something along my own personality and responsability troubles. Or maybe it was just that I found him very handsome. It was probably a mix of both, knowing me.
"The best for us would be to have a contact among the pack, someone with magical abilities." When Julia had called for volunteers to reinforce the link between the communities, nobody seemed happy about taking the job. And before I had fully thought about it, I decided to do it.
That's how everything began. I still don't know how they're gonna end.
