OUR STORY

Being the most technically literate. I, Great Laughter will be offering the growing tale of Aoelus' Fist. The right, the wrong and something else. 

On the 28th of November will be a day that I will forever curse and be grateful for. That evening was the time that I became "Fully" aware of my true status in the great unending movement of impossible expanse of existence. That was the night I discovered I was a monster in a man's shell, a werewolf. 

I live with my Uncle and Aunt ever since the night my parents never returned. I didn't understand why on that night many strange people broke into the apartment where we lived. Why I'm alive...If all this is true. The creatures that haunted my dreams from that night on. I was seven and didn't know the plan Gaia, the Weaver and the Wyrm were creating or the part I would latter play. I can still see those horrific shadows and distorted shapes when I close my eyes. I have come to know their names. Pentex, Vampire, Bane, Nexus Crawler and the tainted, corrupted and perverted forms of our fallen kind, Black Spiral Dancer and the most painful of all, the Garou. I now see these terrifying evils that haunt me every night since that fateful night, not as scary monsters to fear, but as very real aspects of our world to be dealt with. That we the Garou are that buffer between the death of the Wyrm and it's intent on destroying Gaia and everything.

I realised latter that those Garou were my parents. They died before help came. I knew that those creatures were going to get me next when a tentacle smashed through the closet door, where I was hidding. How the Spirals laughed and talked about showing me what I really was. It was my uncle and several others from the New York caern that found me. I have a new life now. This makes all that came before of no worth. I do not cry for my parents for my true mother is Gaia. In place of a father figure is the Weaver, one who kept balance until the Wyrm became to greedy. Other may argue this point.

It was a cool night, that night of my awakening. My Uncle had been talking about the importance of that night. I had other plans of working on my studies. I had always enjoyed the sciences and had moved into the beauty of chaos. I had a paper due that weekend, but he insisted. Needless to say. I was not paying attention to his talks or that night. That is until I started to see what was going on.

At first it seemed like a big rave in the middle of the park. I thought that hey I may have been wrong about my uncle. I was. I was much worse than a rave and not even as much fun.

I started seeing things that didn't seems right. I saw people that I knew only in my memories. People that I had meet when I felt the great push of the creature within. The monster, the big hairy beast that is now who I am. I would only remember feeling free like nothing else, but I never knew these people. It was during this contemplation that it happened. I changed my focus from a face I didn't know, but did and there it was. A large black malevolent fanged monster. My nightmares had come to life. I felt a rush of fear deep within my soul. I wanted to run, to get as far away as I could right then, to make myself disappear, at the very least not let it find me. As I ducked out of it's sight, I nearly feel over a dog, a wolf, whatever it was it was very large and I felt like "Brave Sir Robin" form then Holy Grail movie. I would have soiled my armor if I had any. My fear had suddenly been replaced by a wariness. I gained my footing by a large clawed hand that pulled me back up. My wariness had moved me into a near rage. I was lead into a pit of evil by my uncle. The person that I have relied on for the better part of my life. These creatures that killed my parents and haunted my mind for years were all around me. He was going to get me killed, but not without a dam good fight. I then realized that, that arm with it's claws and fur was my uncle. I was dumbfounded. My uncle was this bad dream made real. I reached out and saw a claw reach for his form. I moved away and the claw moved away too. I tried to push the new arm away from me. Where was it coming from? Why was it so close to me? Why was it doing what I wanted to do? It was me! My arm! The arm of the killers of my parents, the arm of my uncle and the arm of a werewolf.

My aunt spoke to me and my furry, shock and fear faded. I watched my arm and my uncle become familiar again. He started to talk to me and I listened. I found every word as captivating as many of my theories. It started to make sense. All the dreams, all the wild ideas, all my theories about there being real creatures. Not just the deranged, drug or manically depressed imaginings of bent minds or movie makers. Everything has a small amount of truth and the odds were that this would happen. Like a broken mirror that fixes itself when you rewind the tape. The fragments of my troubled soul had suddenly started falling back together. Pulling themselves from the shattered mess that was my life since "that night". I wanted to learn more. To understand where I was and where I could be. The crowd around us quieted and was now moving by use.