The Odyssey of the moon

CHAPTER ONE ~•THE ASPEN CALL•~ It was nightfall, Lightning sparked through the clouds and thunder rumbled when the bitter she-wolf smeared the nightshade's sap on her claws. "You are too strong to die from my claws but not too strong to survive the nightshade," the bitter she-wolf said to herself in a dreadful menacing tone that roared with a direful laugh. The balance that coexisted between bitter, sour and sweet. The three dominant tastes of the tongue mirrored the sun, moon and stars the three bodies that governed the earth. A balance that shall be threatened by the internal spirits of envy. As temperatures fell, the werewolves of Tredolor Kingdom grew thick, warm coats to combat the chill of the coming winds. When the winds came the snow fell, when the snow descended it hid the prey's scent. The predatory werewolves of Tredolor howled and growled in hunger, indicating that their prey was getting difficult to trace. Food became less available, and storage units reopened. Alternative hunts transpired, such as wolves attacking and feeding on other wolves because their ravenous appetite had expanded, the death season was indeed a bloodbath. During this season, werewolves lay low, hiding and securing whatever food they had left. This was the death season a season of wolf pogroms. Then one night on the new moon of the lunar cycle a battle occurred. The bitter she-wolf had grown in her envy and she could hardly contain it anymore. She was hungry for death and her wicked instinct knocked, she answered. It directed her to the forbidden powers of the 'dream walk' or rather called "A walk of dreams" When werewolves went to sleep their dream world was created from their greatest desires. when a werewolf crossed their dream territory into another's werewolf dream, it became an offense still the bitter she-wolf decided to access the powers of the 'dream walk'. The bitter she-wolf spiked her way through the sweet she-wolf's territory gaining access into the sweet she-wolf's dream world. In that access, The bitter one massacred the sweet one. This was a battle between the bitter she-wolf and the sweet she-wolf. It was called the bitter-sweet battle. "The sweet she-wolf dreamt of the snow forest, where daylight reignited her connection with nature. Gracefully, she wandered through the forest, tending to the spruce, conifers, pine, and finally, the Aspen trees. Their branches swayed gently in the breeze, bringing her immense happiness. In this dream world, she found solace, escaping the harsh realities of the death season." The sweet she-wolf represented the balance of sweetness, she brought forth joy, delight, healing and happiness along with everything good and sweet. She also had a close calling to the beautiful evergreen nature of the forest. While the bitter she-wolf represented the balance of bitterness, she brought forth sadness, hate, anger, and everything bitter. She had a close calling to the dreadful dark powers of nature. In her dream world, the sweet she-wolf smiled when a specific Aspen tree waved. The Aspen tree moved to and fro giving off a cool breeze, it dispersed a snowy wind that brushed through the artic fur of the sweet she-wolf. "Hmmm, don't tell me you missed my presence. I thought you could stay weeks without my touch" the Sweet she-wolf conveyed delightfully to the Aspen tree. "She sauntered towards the tree, her hand reaching out to caress the yellowish-gray bark. As her palm made contact, the rough texture slightly abrased her skin. "Argh" she whined calmly, "that was unexpectedly rude" The sweet she-wolf glanced at the tree and then to her palm. Her right palm had gotten a small wound while caressing the rough bark of the Aspen tree, she took a deep breath and locked her palm shortly and the wound healed "Your bark is getting old and rough it causes pain to behold and you won't let me use it to prepare medicine before it expires." The Aspen tree waved violently and the sweet she-wolf laughed. "Ok, ok, I get it, you aren't ready for that yet" She gazed at the tree for a while dragging its branches and nuzzling it. She wondered why this particular tree had refused to heal itself. If only this tree knew how special and distinct it was among other Aspen trees. "You must know that your bark could heal many sicknesses aside a nerve pain. Sweet said as she looked up at the branches of the Aspen tree. "If you let me tend to your rough bark another one will emerge" The Aspen tree gestured turbulently at the mention of 'emerge' it was a brief turbulent gesture as though a hurricane had occurred within a twinkle of an eye. The tree was against using it for medicinal purposes. "It's fine, I won't touch it, till you let me" she also looked over to the other Aspen trees in the area. The other Aspen trees had a greenish-white bark, she could detect their root system calling to her, they all needed the healing touch despite their healthy aura. "You all are fine and doing well but my little touch will come again. She declared to the other Aspen trees while still holding on to the unhealthy Aspen tree suddenly she directed towards its trunk. "The other trees are letting me have their bark for the healing medicine, they are healthy and strong but you my friend won't let me touch you, why?". And at that moment she moved closer to the tree placed her head on its trunk and closed her eyes. It was due, due to finding out why the tree was tempestuous. Sweet wasn't ready to face it because she knew it could be troubling but at this point, she had to find out what agitated this particular Aspen tree, it was calling for her to see it. The Aspen call. She knelt beside the tree, placed her hands on its external root, and closed her eyes. She observed its root letting her spirit pierce through internally into its trunk. Her spirit twirled around the limb, and branch before connecting through the twig and crown. When she reached the tree's memory, She saw two werewolves slaughtering and devouring a fellow werewolf, Blood splashing and spilling. Next, she saw some unnumbered werewolves hitting and sourcing the branches of the tree, one werewolf on the other hand poured an unknown liquid on the lateral root. The liquid seemed hot, and the vapor escaping from the liquid was massive. It was an unknown chemical. The liquid penetrated the soil, tearing through the roots of the tree. This encounter caused the tree to become weak. In anger and revenge, the tree has refused to heal despite being able to. The vision was a severe experience, it overwhelmed the sweet she-wolf and at that point, she Immediately disconnected her spirit from the tree. "Oh dear, you have been mistreated, they should have fed you water but they perverted your cause with poison of blood and chemicals" The sweet she-wolf later proceeded to sit near the tree, she recoiled in meditation reconnecting to the roots of the tree. "I pray for you to let go, of whatever they have done to you. Do not let your taste for revenge starve our sick werewolves of your special healing. Heal yourself to heal our sick brothers. the need you. I pray you ..." Boom..., a loud deep sound interrupted the sweet she-wolf, and a cavernous feeling passed through her body. It felt like a coercive vibration that could distort the nerves of her body but it didn't Instead her connection to the Aspen tree was been broken.