The Luna's Mission

Omniscient One would suppose a valley to be a place for peace and harmony, where the soil is ever fertile because of the river passing through. But Carshur is not a mundane valley. Battle cries and howls could be heared, high up in the mountains. Down in the valley, the once peaceful tribe of Uzza witness an invasion. One doubled the intensity of previous seasons and decades. Even their cubs are slaughtered in cold blood, destruction and c*****e at every turn and corner. Though they suffer great loss and stand at the losing side of the battle. Instead they fight like the victors and not the vanquishing, even their females and omegas join in as warriors in this battle. This time when the enemies came, they did not wait and watch their land destroyed like helpless wolves. They fought back, wolf for wolf. Each Uzza wolf, ready to give himself for his tribe. But they would not have had this bravery they so brandish and exude without the high spirit of their Luna, Eleva. It was Eleva the warrior Luna and priestess, that roused their spirits and filled them with an overflowing dosage of courage to defend their tribe and not hide their tails whenever the Lirza wolves invaded them. Eleva, who came from the bloodline of Luna pack with snow white fur. Even before she was born, her destiny was to deliver her tribe from the hands of their oppressors. And that she did, in various forms and ways. From providing herbs and elixir to cure strange ailments to assisting the births of newborn cubs into the tribe. And the countless times she stood with the warriors defending against the enemies. But ultimately, when she led her tribe to charge a powerful defense against the foe. Heavy with her unborn cub. But on this very night which became one never to be forgotten in all the hearts of Uzza, the moon went blood red. An omen that spelt evil and yes, she saw the sign. Yes she read the sign. So when she was struck in battle a large wound to the abdomen, with a loud howl and cry. She travailed in labour with her young, right in the midst of chaos and blood. So, she prophesied of her cub's destiny. The total deliverance and redemption of the Uzza tribe will come from her. She called her name Ava after her own mother and she spoke of how her mating with the alpha would bestow upon them supernatural strength that will make them defeat their oppressors once and for all. And once mated to her alpha they both will live forever. Then she slept, never to see the light of day again. But before all this… Decades and decades ago, the Lirza tribe from the high mountains of the west. Have always hated and battled the Uzza tribe deep down in the valley of carshur, bitter rivals one to the other. A famous legend of the Lirza tribe has it that once, in the dead of the night. Lirza’s most vicious warriors invaded the unsuspecting Uzza land and killed all the cubs they could lay hands on. Tales upon tales of Lirza reiging supreme over Uzza, ruthlessly destroying their enemies. However, history has it that many generations once upon a time. Lirza and Uzza were cubs from the same forebears. But even as young cubs Lirza showed more ferocity and hunger for power than his elder brother Uzza, who rather inherited the easy going way of their mother. And as seasons went by, both grew into wolves of different temperaments. As alpha breeds, leadership roles began shifting to their young shoulders. To settle a dispute Uzza would implore wisdom and deep understanding, Lirza force and strength. Uzza was loved by the tribe, Lirza despised the tribe. And as time wound by, both grew into powerful males. Lirza, wanted to be the next alpha of his tribe so much he began to hate Uzza and sought ways to get rid of him. When their father was sick and weak, Lirza challenged Uzza for the alpha rights. Though the tradition and customs of the tribe was to crown the firstborn male as alpha. However, Uzza accpeted the challenge. And even though Lirza won in the duel. The tribe still favored him and chose Uzza to be their next alpha. Lirza was furious, but could do not do anything until their father gave his position as the alpha away. Uzza and his loyal followers suffered greatly, as Lirza attacked and assaulted them at every chance he got. All hell broke loose, when their father passed. Lirza drove Uzza away from the mountains, forcing him to flee to the valley. Half the tribe left with Uzza and his family that very day. Lirza was left to rule the mountains, where he used fear and terror to rule over the pack still loyal to him. Barely two seasons after Uzza's exile into the valley. The number of his tribe doubled. Stray and battered wolves were all treated with warmth and welcomed to join the triving tribe. The first attack on Uzza came. When Lirza flanked on both sides by his vicious warrior wolves invaded the valley, searching for a few omegas that fled from his pack high up in the mountains. Uzza ever peaceful and wise, tried to stop his brother from destroying the valley with a dialogue of peace, but Lirza was not one for words and so he let his wrath on the dwellers of the valley. And so, seasons after seasons more wolves fled into the valley for sanctuary and Lirza continued to attack. Generations later, even after the death and passing of both brothers, the fight has continued. Now both side claim to be the good while the other bare the mark of the evil. Lirza's successors carried on the tradition of invading the valley like their father. Uzza's still maintained their grace. And so it continued time after time until both tribes turned senseless rivals and almost no one could remember why they fought any longer.