As it happened in my travels, I confirmed

it to be true. I was near the east coast

the Ravaged Ruins of what once was a

Metropolis, skyscrapers, and some lay collapsed others stand strong as a testament to their engineering. A sort of curiosity lies in the center of the city, a tent of concrete and metal. I observed this from far in a simple elven home. Alan and Teresa were the home steaders. They said that the moon drew them there to pay witness to something that not even the Mother Goddess was aware was going to happen. The Great Wolf was finally going to be at peace.

I had heard of the myths of wolves in the past, but Fenris was nothing but a cheap in

of this real creature.

I spent three days with the elves, learning

what the dangers of the city are, if there were known travelers in the area, maybe even a map to Navigate the ruins. They gave what they could and food for a week and fair words for the journey. As Teresa was an elf maid over one hundred and fifty,

She had a small gift of foresight. She said that I would meet an old friend before the event and be parted afterward. Each one kissed my forehead and bade me farewell as I turned to the ruins and the large daunting tent.

The weather was pleasant enough. A light rain and a cool wind from the nearby ocean. The quake that rocked the whole world after most of humanity left and Gaia woke up changed a lot of the landscape so that the lay lines could be opened fully and magically energy could flow freely. The Grandfather Tree sprouted after the

quake and continued to transform the world. Roots and branches, Dryads and Ents, fairies, and myths sprung up. If a being could wield magic in the proper fashion, then root travel could take you across the world in a few seconds. I only reminisce about history to say that there is a giant root in my path brimming with magical energy, and if I’m not careful, I could bring down damnation upon me.

If I were to fly, the Root sent a magical discharge my way and knocked me out of the sky to a hard, fatal landing. So, no flying. If I were to climb over, there might be any number of small creatures living on the Root that might steal, violate, murder, or ask me to stay for tea. Cute creatures, but tea time is anywhere from an hour to ten years, depending on the creature. Digging is also a no go, I don’t like pain that much.

I decided to go down the side for a bit to see if the Root went underground OR curled up for a tunnel. The problem with the grandfather: The tree is big and alive. By alive, I mean it moves occasionally. The roots of a big tree that moves would be strong enough to shuffle tectonic plates. Maybe I can get lucky, and this might be a moving day.

I traveled for half a day and stopped at an

old store front for rest and food. The store was relatively in good condition, still had a roof and door, and the convenience robot was still manning its station and selling freeze-dried food. Humanity before they left

were peak for making things that last. Too bad I don’t have much old world money, and it would be too much of a hassle to destroy it. I’ll leave it alone and eat what I have. What the elves provided was bland but nutritious. Those people have no sense of taste. Leaves, roots, nuts, and grasses. I might as well start hunting. I went up to the robot and asked for a free sample. It was worth a shot. Sometimes, the old world was very hospitable. I got seven different flavors of freeze-dried goodness but was told to come back next week for more. I had one and departed in good faith. I have had run-ins with robots like those before. I’m surprised that this one didn’t flag me to its mainframe. Usually, a hunter-killer swarm is dispatched to cleanse the area. One lucky stroke for me. I rested for a couple of hours, then stepped outside the store and ran into a couple of beings that might be good news or were most likely really bad. Dryads. The ladies of the wood. Their beauty and fragrance have been unmatched by a few. Their danger was not of themselves, but if their mates were aRound, Dryads would often lure unsuspecting travellers to their beds and procreate with them. As flowering theses, they don’t really care what they do as long as they spread their pollen. But the Ent does care, and he will get boiling mad if someone other than him is in his honey pot. I know from experience, and I don’t need a repeat. The Dryads approached me cautiously. I decided to stick around. They may have had something to offer to get me over the Root. They spoke. No words that I knew for the land in the area was desolate except for the Root. I showed them that I did not speak their tongue. I pointed to the root and motioned that I wanted to get on the other side. They looked confused for a moment, and then the one on my left touched. She called me a child and said that with all my temple power, I still had not attained wisdom. She then showed me in my mind a spiral symbol and proceeded to show me that IN you touch this spot, Root Near to the ground. If my with magical energy the root, we will transport you to the

Howl, come

say

where

you will still be young to me. But I will be on the other side. You are young and even in your old age. live, and if you gain the chance after the Wolf’s" stay with us for a while and be comforted. OUR husbands died long ago, and we know who you are. "I felt the connection break, and she pulled her hand away from me and smiled. A brisk ocean breeze blew again, and I felt her energy diminish from the leaves and petals, and they flew away with the wind. An almost familiar feeling scraped my nerves as I continued to watch the petals in the wind. I felt my eyes water, though I know not why. I wiped away the fears and made my way towards the Root. Sometimes strangers aren’t so bad.

I found the spiral symbol and poured magical energy in, and a doorway opened. The door led into a tunnel, and light could be seen on the other side. I took the approach carefully as this was a new experience for me. The root tunnel was very straightforward. No dips OR dashes to the sides. It really was meant to go through the Root. When I did exit, the tunnel sealed behind me, and the spiral was there once again, ready to open up.

This world is a strange place my grandfather once told me. There’s a new adventure around every corner. I guess he was right,

So now, in the late afternoon of my first day, I should find somewhere to bed down and make camp. I need to start again in the early morning.

Buildings of the old world are great and small. Some are civilians, and others are meant for work. A hotel is what I was looking for. Stories have been told about this place the height of humanity. The prize, for any contest, the Big Apple, the safe haven. Now? Well, now, if I could find a hotel with a vacuum sealed mattress, it would be a welcome. Reprieve from the cold concrete. I began my search along the road with the fewest collapsed buildings. The city was quiet. Like truly unsettling. The towering structures whistled as the wind blew through. No animal sounds, no bugs, no birds, in a city that never sleeps, the soundlessness was truly unsettling.

I landed on the roof, and for the first time, I got a good look at my surroundings. The path to the tent, well, there wasn’t a path. There were also several grandfather ROOTS aRound, so flying would not be an option. Walking it is. I don’t mind walking, there are always interesting people to meet, but this place: the quiet was such that not even ghosts wanted to disturb it. Something big was about to happen,

Back to why I came up to this windy rooftop. The penthouse was glass, and the building seemed to be newer than the old world. Though it seemed like the house should have been full of people,

Only one occupant. I have seen her before. She is like me, a magician meant to reshape the world. She is Morgan te sez. Yes, her last name is in cursive she is very particular about her name, even in my JOURNals, She Reads them from time to time,

I looked up to the sky to see the stars. It was then that there was only that I noticed something odd. The moon seemed to have doubled in size, it was no trick to the eyes, as industrial fog had all but disappeared from the world, and that it was high in the sky about six days from full. I wonder if the mom has something to do with the Wolf, and it is a cosmic event that would explain why the goddess of earth didn’t KNOW. But if it is cosmic, what is the Wolf that even the moon obeys?

One last odd thing I noticed while looking at the fire light in one of the Roof top penthouses. Someone was living here. My curiosity got the better ор of my caution. Using wind magic, I shot up the nearest building and raced to the top.

The mere fact that she is here now is proof of something big. I know that I should go over to her, I also know that she knows I’m here. She only bathes in milk when she knows I’m watching. I suppose I should stop watching and get over her. I see her smile as she caresses her beautiful curves and on down.

"The gale of wind that I made to jump the short distance between buildings knocked the top of the building clean off and into dust.

sofa I landed at the balcony with the grace of a swan. The building was a new, completely livable space. The building u New. The whole of the penthouse was the only but a plate for the penthouse. All of it was made completely with magic. Touch light, candlelight, and even a fire pir in the middle of the living area. Such are the PReferences of Morgan, She likes the medieval lifestyle. I think she heard me come in.

"My dear husband, one would think that you might freeze to death out there in the cold. You should have come IN sooner instead of peeping,” Morgan said sweetly. She always calls me her husband. I won a duel against her some twenty years ago, I let her live, and she pledged her heart, soul, and spirit to me. In essence, she became my wife of her choosing, not mine. Oh well, it’s not too bad, she respects my wishes to travel. She does the and every A now, and then we cross paths and catch up for a while.

“Sorry.” I said. “I was curious as to who would come to such a desolate place.” I was distracted by her free-flowing gown. Her movements seemed very precise. Always, the dark green seemed close to showing off her naked beauty once again.

“Just me.” She replied. “I heard a rumor. The last true Wolf was about to depart. I figured a rumor such as that would get your attention, so I built this hovel in hopes that you would hold on to the hope that you may come here.”

“Now would you allow me the privilege of being your wife and bathe and feed you?”

It was as if in an instant that I felt the weariness of the road set upon me. I took off my weather worn cloak and decided I should rest at her mercy. “Good choice.” she said. 

She used her control to move the cloak and remove my clothes. She took in a good look. “A few New scars, but Nothing the milk of the Golden Fleece can’t cure. She paused for:a moment as she escorted me to the bath. 

“You shouldn’t push yourself beyond your limits. If you die, there’s no one left to carry on your mission, You’re too important to leave.”

“I gave you three children. Aren’t they able to?” I said as I eased into the milk bath that she had vacated Mere moments ago. It was warm, and I could feel the healing work on my body,

“They grew up for the most part. You weren’t there to help. The tribe raised them, and you only saw them when it was convenient to stop by. It wasn’t fair to them to hear campfire stories of you and not know who you are. The Wild Gale Charlie Grat.”

I thought about her words for a moment before replying. “Are they still with the tribe or are they wanders like me?”

“The oldest, Maisey, stays with the tribe. She holds on to the hope that you may come back someday. Leo and Titan, the twins are on their walk about and should be near the southern border by now. I wish that you would visit more often.”

I got out of the bath and was amazed once again by the completely new skin. The sheep of Golden Fleece was a cure-all invented by Myth and made Real by human scientists close to five hundred years ago.

“Maybe I will if the year allows it. There is still so much to do. Humanity will be back and who knows if the Earth will welcome them back. Their technology remains a greater threat that Gaia is willing to admit.” 

Morgan embraced me from behind with a warm towel. “And have you seen the lady goddess lately?”

Her question was odd for the position she was in. “No. I haven’t seen her in ten years, I think. The last meeting of the children. You were with me then too I think. That was the last time. But something tells that she might appear for this event though, “The hush through the city seems to be the deep breath before the plunge.”

 I took the towel from her and sat down next to the fire pit and began to mindlessly poke at the embers, Morgan sat down beside me and hugged and leaned against me.

“I’ll accompany you. I don’t think that this is a one person journey. I feel that there are unknown dangers that you aren’t aware of. This city was the heart of humanity and who knows what sort of machines still run this place. So I shall come with you to protect you.”

I smiled at that. Morgan was more than aware that I was capable of taking care of myself. But I think. She was really worried about me. “Come with me and let us see the cosmic event Call the Wolf’s Howl. We will bear witness to a real something beyond myth?” I didn’t hear a response for a while. I look down at Morgan and her grip did Not Relent, but she was asleep on my side. I pulled a blanket up and covered us both. I leaned back on her and slept next to the fire. Dreams and visions are powerful persuaders, Morgan clinging to me, Her spirit moved through out Memories, learning everything that I have done since my last Meeting with her, Trials and tasks, meetings and friends. The life that I have lived without her. There are some tasks that have beeN proven difficult even for me, I’m Not a god or even a demigod am a man that is just blessed with magical properties. I am not human, elf, werewolf, or vampire. I am passing Wind, a Gale that nothing can touch. Perhaps Morgan Reliezes it. Her spirit has left the halls of mind quiet again. The peace of sleep overwhelms my conscious thoughts.