Post by ∴♪WolfurChickϗ on Oct 5, 2009 11:14:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Myths and Legends::[/glow]
Taikai Ueki::
-The Legend of Gastron Leviste-
A long time ago, when the many cities of the region were still just one village, a mighty hunter by the name of Gastron Leviste came across a mystifying forest, one that had been cursed apon. For a long time, he was a great warrior, but when the famine came, he gave up his sword for a spear and set out on a hunt. One fateful day, after surviving a two week hike in the desert with nothing but his spear and a single cantine, all while being attacked by a flock of wild sabbia, he encountered what he first believed was a mirage. He stood on the edge of the desert, staring into the dazzling white hide of an enormous elk. He chased the elk for three days, until they had both run into a forest with very tall trees. He had become tired, hungry, and thirsy, and on the fourth day, he lost sight of the white elk, and he was lost, for the tall trees confused him, for they were cursed, enchanted. He had chased the elk into the enchanted forest.
For twenty years, Gastron Leviste wandered the forest, every turn another trick, every path decieving him. He lived off of the blood and flesh of the giant bugs he had slain, all the time searching for the white elk, or a way home. When atlast, he saw the tree line start to fade, he burst through the forest with a loud victory scream. But his victory was short lived, for he realized he had not made it out of the forest, but only in the center of the forest. He was surrounded by the tall trees, but Gastron Leviste had learned the secrets of the forest, and he knew how to over power it.
When he leapt into one of the small lakes to cool off and drank of its water, he had found a paradise. The likes of this land was like none he had ever seen before. There was crystal clean water and the greenest grass he had ever seen was covered in flowers. Even the cursed trees brought beauty in his eyes. He stayed there for ten years, his mind becoming more clear the longer he waited. He had built a home of his own, on tall boards so that it was off the grass, so that new flowers could grow beneath it. Finally, his mind came back to his home, the village, and he knew he had to bring his friends and family to the clearing within the tall trees. He knew they had to see what he had seen, feel what he had felt.
Gastron Leviste traveled the lands, his cantine tied to his hip until he came upon his old village. Sorrow crept into his heart. Not one person had recognized him, now that he had a long beard, and all had suspected him dead the first year he did not come home. The famine had driven them mad. Many had starved, and even the rotting corpses of children littered the streets. Crime ravaged the village, and the once beautiful trees had all been cut down. Apalled by the sight, he realized he was sent to the forest to be the village's savior. Every few weeks, he would smuggle a few of the villager into the forest, and he built his own village from the ground up, naming it Taikai Ueki. He built it with the morals of keeping peace between men and nature. Taikai Ueki became a paradise, gleaming with beauty, it was a get away from the sins of the rest of the world, where they could live without hatred or wars. Gastron Leviste lived longer than any other man, seven hundred and forty years. It was said that just as Gastron Leviste died, a white elk fell dead in the forest.
And the true morals of Taikai Ueki have since been forgotten.
Taikai Ueki::
-The Legend of Gastron Leviste-
A long time ago, when the many cities of the region were still just one village, a mighty hunter by the name of Gastron Leviste came across a mystifying forest, one that had been cursed apon. For a long time, he was a great warrior, but when the famine came, he gave up his sword for a spear and set out on a hunt. One fateful day, after surviving a two week hike in the desert with nothing but his spear and a single cantine, all while being attacked by a flock of wild sabbia, he encountered what he first believed was a mirage. He stood on the edge of the desert, staring into the dazzling white hide of an enormous elk. He chased the elk for three days, until they had both run into a forest with very tall trees. He had become tired, hungry, and thirsy, and on the fourth day, he lost sight of the white elk, and he was lost, for the tall trees confused him, for they were cursed, enchanted. He had chased the elk into the enchanted forest.
For twenty years, Gastron Leviste wandered the forest, every turn another trick, every path decieving him. He lived off of the blood and flesh of the giant bugs he had slain, all the time searching for the white elk, or a way home. When atlast, he saw the tree line start to fade, he burst through the forest with a loud victory scream. But his victory was short lived, for he realized he had not made it out of the forest, but only in the center of the forest. He was surrounded by the tall trees, but Gastron Leviste had learned the secrets of the forest, and he knew how to over power it.
When he leapt into one of the small lakes to cool off and drank of its water, he had found a paradise. The likes of this land was like none he had ever seen before. There was crystal clean water and the greenest grass he had ever seen was covered in flowers. Even the cursed trees brought beauty in his eyes. He stayed there for ten years, his mind becoming more clear the longer he waited. He had built a home of his own, on tall boards so that it was off the grass, so that new flowers could grow beneath it. Finally, his mind came back to his home, the village, and he knew he had to bring his friends and family to the clearing within the tall trees. He knew they had to see what he had seen, feel what he had felt.
Gastron Leviste traveled the lands, his cantine tied to his hip until he came upon his old village. Sorrow crept into his heart. Not one person had recognized him, now that he had a long beard, and all had suspected him dead the first year he did not come home. The famine had driven them mad. Many had starved, and even the rotting corpses of children littered the streets. Crime ravaged the village, and the once beautiful trees had all been cut down. Apalled by the sight, he realized he was sent to the forest to be the village's savior. Every few weeks, he would smuggle a few of the villager into the forest, and he built his own village from the ground up, naming it Taikai Ueki. He built it with the morals of keeping peace between men and nature. Taikai Ueki became a paradise, gleaming with beauty, it was a get away from the sins of the rest of the world, where they could live without hatred or wars. Gastron Leviste lived longer than any other man, seven hundred and forty years. It was said that just as Gastron Leviste died, a white elk fell dead in the forest.
And the true morals of Taikai Ueki have since been forgotten.