All I can say is, I hope you enjoy reading The Kirja as much as I enjoyed writing it.
When a creature or element dies their soul is released from their body and flies into another as they are being born. But when an element soul and an animal soul try to enter the same body... something amazing happens. A Power Creature is born. Power Wolves (or Kirja, as they are more commonly known) are different from any normal wolf, they can see things that others cannot see and do things that others cannot do. And some can even be things that others cannot be.
Chapter One - Days of Glory
The trees were swaying slowly in the light breeze. It felt as if Mother Nature herself was getting ready for her dance in the rain. It was under one of these swaying trees that a male wolf sat, patiently awaiting the call from his mate giving him permission to enter. The air around was cold but humid, and the magnificent clouds above confirmed that rain was on the way.
“You may come in.” A tender voice cooed from the depths of the tree roots. (under which a spacious den was situated)
The male wolfs face lit up, and as it did, the heavens opened and a light rain pattered onto his black fur. Though he was a mature wolf, and had experienced many births, each one filled his heart with a feeling that my words cannot describe, but this feeling poured out from every inch of his body, as he lowered his head to pay his respects for this miracle of Mother Nature, and he knew that she was dancing for him and his mate.
“Thank you Mother, for this beautiful blessing that you have bestowed upon my mate Kajj and I, for this, we are very grateful.” After he had said those words of thanks, he lifted his glossy head and turned to enter the darkness of the roots. As the male crawled deeper into the den, he could not only hear the heavy breathing of his mate, but the minute squeaks of his newborn litter. The male grinned broadly, how proud he was. He crept slowly towards his mate without making a sound and nuzzled his mates brown muzzle in pride. Startled, the she wolf turned to snarl at him. But, seeing his kind eyes staring through her, licked his nose in apology for her rashness. The male stared down at his newborn litter and shot a wistful glance at his mate.
“They’re beautiful.” She breathed, her short exhalation formed as a mist in the cool, dark den. It was her first litter, three newborn pups squirmed over the dusty den floor. One of them was maroon like their mother, two were black like their father but one was completely different, she a gray with a hint of blue about her fur and she was the smallest pup of the litter. Kajj’s expression darkened, that strange pup looked weak and straggly, not like the other plump little pups. Kajj shot Riko a worried look.
“Look at that one Riko.” She said quietly, pointing a muzzle at the grey cub. “She isn’t not like the rest.” Riko nuzzled his mate fondly.
“Hush now; she’s just the runt, that’s all. She’ll be alright.” Riko always did his best to comfort his mate who was naturally panicky, but his gut was telling him that this pup wasn’t quite like the others and that she would be the pup that would cause all the problems, for there was always one. Little did he know that his favourite pup was going to be the trouble maker...
The she pup which had become known as Lakea was 3 weeks old when she opened her eyes, and it was at that moment when they knew that she was different. Kajj looked into her daughters eyes, looking into the eyes was a way of looking into the soul of the creature, and also being able to see if the wolf was Kirja or not, and Lakea was Kirja. Lakea was the first pup to open her eyes to the world, the first thing she saw was her mother, who was asleep. Lakea crawled over to her mother using a rowing motion of her front paws. She was curious about the world around her, to know her way around the den which she thought was the only place in the world. When Kajj awoke (to find the small pup curled up in her paws), she looked at the small creature and smiled, Lakea was doing alright, still smaller than the rest but her paws weren’t too small so she knew that Lakea would grow into a strong wolf like herself.
“Hello little Lakea.” Kajj said softly to her daughter, she looked into the pups eyes. “Kirja.” She whispered simply, but what type of Kirja, she could not tell. It wasn’t many days before all Lakea’s siblings had opened their eyes, and they played happily together, even little Lakea. She had a sister and a brother. Her brother, Hail, was a deep red colour, the colour of maple leaves in the golden autumn sun.
Her sister were called True, nearly all black but she had a maroon speckle under her left eye and her right ear looked like it was dipped in maroon paint, True was closer to Lakea’s size but still bigger than the undersized pup. Lakea was not the only Kirja in the litter, Hail was too. He was a large pup, promising to be the size and build of his humongous father but he looked the spitting image of his mother Kajj. Although Hail and Lakea were both Kirja they didn’t get along at all. True wasn’t a Kirja, she was just a normal pup, but she didn’t like it at all. It didn’t take True long for her to realise that she was never going to be the same as her two siblings and it troubled her deeply. She often talked to her father about it who had shared the same experience, he was not Kirja, which is why it made sense that at least one of the pups shouldn’t be. Lakea was kind to True, she knew that not being a Kirja upset her sister and she couldn’t bear to see her upset, she comforted and reassured her that being a Kirja wasn’t that special, little did she know what she could do...
As the pups grew older it was established that Hail was the dominant pup, he was the strongest and enjoyed telling his sisters stories, they loved him for that and he felt loved, which was more than he felt from his parents who didn’t care for him as much as he wished.
“Tell us a story Hail!” his sisters would beg when they were snuggled up in the warmth of their underground den. Their parents would look disapprovingly at him, but when the story had begun there was nothing to stop him.
“Tonight sisters, I will tell you the story of the Sprit Wolves of the Sky, Beo and Rak. These two are the wolves that you see can see dance in the sky outside of the den, for there is a world outside of the den. In the beginning, Beo and Rak lived in the darkness that we do here. They lived in the darkness for many sleeps, but there was always a little light, just like here and Rak decided that she would go to see what it was. When she stepped through into the light there was a whole new world, where there were things called trees, and grass and a huge great yellow ball in the sky called the sun. Rak went back inside to get her brother and show him this wonderful new land. But when he stepped out, the world turned to darkness and the great yellow ball faded. Rak told Beo to go back inside, as she was sick of the darkness of the den and loved the warmth and light of the sun. But Beo objected, he had a dark heart you see and darkness was his life. Rak and her brother had a huge argument, and the world switched from light to dark to light again in the fraction of a second. Now, Beo and Rak did not know that there were other creatures apart from themselves who had been living in total darkness for many years and they were angry that the light and dark were switching so quickly. A bear named Suteck, a wise old creature, made the two cubs compromise that for 12 hours Rak would have to hide in the den while Beo played in the darkness and for 12 other hours Beo must hide in the den while Rak played in the light. The two periods of light and dark were called Day and Night and, when we are older, we will be able to see them for ourselves.”
Kajj heard every word of this and was utterly shocked, how could a cub of such a young age know about the world outside? Let alone be able to tell a story about it. She shook her head in confusion, and after her two young daughters had finished praising Hail and exclaiming what a great story he had told, she asked him.
“Hail, how do you know such a story?” her tone was gentle, no different from rain pattering through the trees, but her voice had a slightly tense sound, like a thunder storm was on its way. Hail looked a little baffled and slightly embarrassed, this seemed like a personal question to him. Just as a magician never reveals his tricks, a story teller must never say who they heard it from or why they heard it. Hail was silent for a while and pretended to have not heard his mother, and told his sisters that it was probably time for sleep, as they had been playing in the den for a very long time now. Kajj started to get impatient and repeated her question. “Hail, how do you know such a story?” This time Hail had to reply. He turned to his mother and said, somewhat awkwardly.
“Mother, I am not sure how I know these stories, and can speak these words. They just spring from my lips like a hare from its warren when the two legged creatures have taken away the fire sti-.” Suddenly, Kajj growled fiercly cuffed her son sharply round the ear.
“NEVER talk about the two legged ones!” she snarled angrily. Hail’s right ear was burning; he had never been cuffed before and was completely confused. He cowered beneath his towering mother and whimpered sadly. Lakea and True gasped silently, but pretended to be asleep; they didn’t understand either, but certainly didn’t want it to happen to them.
“But Mother... I don’t understand.” Hail confessed, he hated admitting that his mother and father knew more than him, but he knew they did. But something was happening, Hail’s ear was not the only thing burning anymore, it was his soul as well. The thing is, Kajj was a Fire wolf. When her Grandmother had been born a Fire spirit had entered her soul at the same time as a Wolf spirit, meaning she was a Fire Kirja. Kajj was a Fire Kirja as well, passed down from her Grandmother, Kajj’s mother had died before she got to know her, and she didn’t like to talk about her. Fire Kirja could burn things at will and control fire, as well as a trick called ‘burning the soul’. Fire Kirja were naturally feisty and liked the fur to fly a little. Only a few Fire Kirja knew how to ‘burn the soul’ and not many even know they can, but when they shout at their youngsters for the first time in an uncontrolled manner, a minute hole is burned into their soul. Only three wolves had ever had this happen to them. Hail was one of them.
Hail had never been the same after that. He stopped telling his sisters stories, however much they begged, much to his mothers approval. He scarcely talked to anyone directly and the sparkle in his eye and the glint on his coat had vanished. But Hail was growing, and fast. He was going to be bigger than his father, much bigger. His oversized paws had certainly confirmed it, but he was in no way clumsy, he was strong and witty, not that she showed it of course. He had a saying for every occasion, always a way to outsmart his parents, always a way to escape the confinements of the den. But no, he never said a word to anyone unless directly asked.
Weeks passed and the pups were allowed outside, Lakea and True were extremely excited, they hadn’t forgotten Hail’s story, and closed their eyes before going outside, wondering if it would be exactly how he described. Then they stepped out into the sunlight, it stung their eyes and they blinked uncontrollably, but once their eyes had adjusted they gasped. It was just as their brother had described. They turned around to see their brother just sitting in the entrance of the den.
“Aren’t you coming Hail?” Lakea called kindly. “It’s lovely and warm out here, and beautiful too.” Hail smiled weakly, making True’s eyes widen; their brother hadn’t smiled for what had seemed like forever.
“It is beautiful isn’t it...” he sighed wistfully. “Just how I had imagined it, but no, I have no need to go out just yet, let me take it all in first.”
Lakea and True grinned at one another, they hadn’t seen Hail this happy for ages and it was great to have the brother they knew and loved back again. Sadly though, it didn’t last long.”
Hail closed his eyes when suddenly he tumbled out of the entrance.
“Get out of the way Hail!” his mother shouted at him “You can daydream later!” That was Hails turning point, he snarled. Riko, hearing the noise, stopped drinking from a nearby stream and spun around to face his son.
“Your first snarl, that’s my son!” he growled playfully, but Hail wasn’t in the mood for games. “What’s the matter Hail?” he said anxiously, he could sense that his son wasn’t alright. Kajj butted in.
“He snarled at ME.” She growled angrily. “There is nothing to praise him for, Riko!” Riko let out a small gasp. He shook his head in disapproval.
“I never would have thought it son. Get back inside.” He wasn’t smiling anymore; his face was grave and his eyes looked sad. Deep in his heart he somehow knew that his son wasn’t the cause of the snarl, but he couldn’t go against his mate’s word.
The months followed in the same manner, and Hail got angrier and angrier at his mother and at life in general. He even started to fight with his sisters. But every so often, when his mother and father had gone out hunting, all three siblings would play together happily until their parents came back.
It was one of these days when the pups were playing outside, then Hail asked the question.
“What type of Kirja am I?” He looked up at his mother with questioning green eyes.
“I’m not sure Hail; you have to find out for yourself.” Hail pouted, he was easily angered but tried to contain his rage in best he could. Lakea called over to him.
“Come on Hail, we’re going exploring, are you coming?” Just then, Riko stopped her by putting out a huge paw.
“Oh no you’re not.” He laughed, “Unless you’re willing to let me come with you.” True smiled and wagged her stumpy black tail, she shot her sister a smile and Lakea nodded.
“Of course Father, we certainly wouldn’t be going anywhere without you.” True cried excitedly and jumped about. Hail dropped back and scowled.
“Of course Father.” He mimicked and rolled his eyes. His mother shot him a cautionary glance and growled. True backed off and looked to the floor, Lakea nuzzled her affectionately and whispered.
“It’s nothing against you True, Hail is just in a grumpy mood, don’t take it personally.” True sniffed, she didn’t get along with Hail, but then again nobody did. Lakea looked around, the den that she called home was in a clearing in the middle of a wood, a stream ran hard by and her parents had always told her and the other pups that the stream was the boundary and that bad things happen to those who go beyond there, but what bad things? Lakea desperately wanted to find out, not when she was old enough; she wanted to find out now. The runt sat down and smiled at her brother.
“You’re still welcome to come with us if you wish brother.” She said gently. All she got back was a scowl, but it was what she’d expected. She dipped her head down and there was a long awkward silence. True broke it, asking the most important question in her life.
“Mother.” She said softly, a slight tinge of fear in her voice, “What is Kirja?” Kajj’s head turned sharply towards her, she had never expected the question to come so soon. She tried to smile at her pup, but it was more like a sickly grimace.
“Kirja does not concern you, True; for you are not one. Hail and Lakea will learn when the time is right, like I did.” True ducked her head and sniffed back disappointment. Hail turned to walk off, he was sick of this, sick of the boundaries, of the rules. He was sick of being treated like a baby. The young wolf needed to be free, he knew that he couldn’t hunt, that he wasn’t as strong as the wolves that he might encounter. But he was ready for the greatest adventure of all. Hail padded off, not bothering to look behind him, for it was over, he was Kirja, and he had a destiny.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His father growled. Hail didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. His father knew very well what Hail was doing and knew that to let him do what he had to do was the best option. Kajj pawed at the ground, nervous for her young son.
“Don’t worry.” Riko said soothingly to his worried mate and nuzzled her gently. “He’ll be back by nightfall.” He whispered. True and Lakea waited anxiously, but it was obvious that their brother was not going to return any time soon. Lakea took True to the river and sat her down on a sticky up rock on the bank of it, a place where Lakea liked to catch the sun.
“Look True. Hail isn’t going to return, and we must find him.” True glanced up at her sister who was lounging casually on the rock.
“How Lakea, he could be miles away by now, and what would father say?” True was a sensible pup, she never strayed far from her parents and she was a ‘daddy’s girl’. Lakea rolled her bright blue eyes in aggravation.
“You know what you are True?” True hadn’t missed Lakea rolling her eyes and knew that whatever she was going to say next was probably not a compliment. “You’re a wimp.” Lakea had hit True’s soft spot, she had always been known as ‘the wimp’, Hail called her that frequently. True growled, it wasn’t a loud growl, but it had meaning. “And I’m sure you’d want to prove to Hail that you weren’t.” She carried on, enjoying every snarl her sister let out, getting louder each time. “And...” she said, and then lowered her voice to a hiss, bending her head down next to her sisters. “Mother and Father...”
But...that could just be me. xD
