Valkyrie's bedtime story
by Jo the Mighty
Once upon a time there was a cute little bunny that was hopping around the
forest. This bunny was having such a wonderful time that he hopped and hopped
with out paying attention to where he was going until when he looked around, he
didn't recognized where he was. In fact, he was down right lost. But our brave
little bunny didn't let that stop him, he continued to trudge forward looking
for the safety of his warm cozy bunny hole. Meanwhile, the sun set and the sky
grew dark, making the trees appear to loom high above him. As time passed, the
little bunny's mind began to play tricks on him and the trees around him grew
menacing. Their spindly finger reaching down from the dark heights to trap him
in their knobby entrapments. But this did not stop our brave little bunny, she
continued forward. The moon rose and the bunny was still lost. His little bunny
feet were tired, and his tiny bunny tummy was empty.
As it so happened so was the wolf's. Now this particular wolf had been fowling
the bunny all day in hope that it would lead him to more bunnies. But seeing as
how that was less and less likely to happen; the wolf decided that one bunny in
the tummy was better then going hungry.
The wolf pounced. The bunny was caught completely unawares as the wolf flew out
of the bushes to land nearly atop of him. The bunny scrambled as fast as her
little could carry her way to... well anything was safer then right there.
Sadly, or not so sadly the wolf was faster. A whole three strides and two
seconds latter, the bunny was horribly mutilated. The wolf aloud all of his
anger and frustration at being deceived by this pathetic creature to guide his
actions as he delivered blow after bloody blow the poor bunny. Finally, as the
small broken body lay on the forest floor, the wolf eat his well deserved
The next morning, the wolf awoke to find himself in the same exact spot where he
had fallen asleep. This also happen the be where he eat dinner the knight
before. Sighing deeply at the memory of last nights beautiful kill, the wolf
continued on his journey to find the secret grotto wherein lies the forgotten
spring. With the forgotten spring, that lies within the secret grotto, he could
gain supernatural powers and rule the universe. The wolf grinned in
anticipation, his large fangs glinting in the early morning sun. Thus the wolf
began his day.
About mid-day, after the wolf had a nice refreshing meal of quail young and
mother, washing it all down with a drink form the stream by which he was
resting. The wolf heard the pitter patter of small footsteps walking in his
direction. Looking up, the wolf saw a small human-like creature watching him
from the shadows under the brush. Bearing his fangs the wolf spoke. "I see you
little man, don't try anything stupid. Scratch that, try something stupid,
The wolf watched the small stranger warily, waiting for it to make a move. The
human-like creature strutted forward to stand nose-to-nose with the wolf "If
something stupid is to done, you are the one who is going to be the one to have
done it." The wolf blinked in confusion. Normally the wolf would not have even
bothered to respond to this wordy creature, but he just eat and was feeling
rather calm; so he decided to hear it out. The small person began to circle the
wolf, looking him up and down and muttering to himself. It was then that the
wolf noticed the pointed ears and realized that this must be an elf. Now what
did an elf want with him?
The elf continued to circle the wolf and muttering under his breath. After
letting strange behavior pass for some time, the wolf tired of the 'almost
silent' treatment and asked the elf what it was doing. "You want to find the
secret grotto, correct?" the elf moved back to in front of the wolf. "It won't
work. I can tell." With a mysterious grin, elf strutted back into the
undergrowth, and disappeared.
Once the elf entered the brush, the wolf couldn't hear it anymore, which was
strange considering that he heard the elf approach. Evicting the experience from
his mind, the wolf continued his journey.
For months the wolf searched. Through the deepest forests, atop the highest
mountains. He was balked at every turn, dead ends and box valleys, impassible
trenches and uncrossable bodies of water; but the wolf searched on. He was not
going to give up, the world had dealt him too many empty hands for him to quit
this dream. Then one day, it happened.
The wolf found the secret grotto, and within it the forgotten spring. The pool
looked cool and serene. Bubbling out of a crevasse in the living rock, the
water filled a natural bowl. Approaching the spring, the wolf smelled...
something in the air. He couldn't put a name to it immediately, but as this new
scent surrounded him, the wolf found a name: Power. The secret grotto reeked of
The wolf drank from the forgotten spring, and the power surged through him. The
torrent of power was so strong that the wolf was afraid that he would loose
himself in its depths. It was like ridding fire; like surfing the deepest seas
of fire in the midst of a raging typhoon...blind. It was amazing! At length, the
tremors raking his body subsided, but somehow he didn't feel any different.
Tentatively, the wolf approached the pool for a second drink. But the wolf that
looked up at him from the pool's mirrored depths was not the one that entered
the secret grotto.
The wolf had changed. He had become more human, while still retaining the
lupine features he was so proud of. His paws had changed into hands with
thumbs. His arms were now massive bundles of muscle extending from a gargantuan
chest. His new muscles flexed and bunched beneath the newly stretched skin.
The wolf was impressed, but he didn't know how strong he really was.
Experimentally, he punched the rock from which the spring flowed. The rock
rumbled in protest as dust fell from the crags and crevasse, but the wolf's fist
didn't feel any pain. In fact, it felt kind of good.
Colossal strength was not the only supernatural power that the forgotten stream
had granted. The wolf had also gain amazing speed, heightened senses, and
extra-sensory perception. He knew things. And one thing he knew was that his
greatest challenge would come from three men. One with spiky hair, another with
a freaking long sword, and the third carried an over-glorified bayonet. They
would be his ultimate challenge; but who knows when that will happen? Until
that time, he had a universe to conquer. The wolf grinned as he thought of
exactly where to begin: with that stupid elf.
Using his new lightning speed the wolf dashed down the mountain, away from the
secret grotto, and into the forest where what seemed a lifetime ago a little elf
had told that "It'll never work." Well, even if the wolf's aspirations of
universal domination don't come to pass, at least he'll get that elf. An hour
latter the wolf was standing at the exact spot where he had rested that day so
long ago. Luckily for him, the soft earth near the stream showed evidence of
heavy elf traffic. Thus, by using his heightened senses and expanded intellect,
the wolf was easily able to find a trail to the Elvin village.
Watching the diminutive elves from the deep shadows gave the wolf a lethargic
feeling from when he was merely mortal. As he watched, his wolf mind planned
and strategize, the village was composed of homes built into the trunks of
ancient trees surrounding a clearing with a raised platform in the center.
Elves walked freely from one building to the next, almost at random. Before his
transformation, an attack of this magnitude would have required an entire pack
of wolves, with scouts and battle leaders taking hours, if not days of planning
and preparation. He did it, alone, in ten minutes.
Snarling, the wolf rushed the village. The elves were caught completely
unawares as the wolf's first victim was torn in half. As the bloody torso of
the Elvin woman flew through the air to land on the central platform, the entire
community froze in a deathly silence; she didn't even have time to scream. the
elves emerged from their shocked stillness straight into a panic as the wolf
continued to dart from victim to victim leaving a trail of carnage and bloody
limbs in his wake. In a matter of minutes the entire Elvin village had been
reduced to a pile of rubble and body parts. A strange satisfaction settled over
the wolf as he liked the blood from his fur; it was sweet. Sitting among the
carnage, the wolf realized that destroying a village of unsuspecting forest
elves was entirely too simple; next would be a city.
So it happened that the wolf conquered the world. One city after another fell
to his awesome might and power. Those of weak hearts and cruel intentions
formed his army, and ravished the country side. This continued for some time,
and though some foolish groups tried to rebel now and then, the wolf's empire
The great philosopher Murphy stated; "If your feeling good, don't worry; you'll
get over it." The wolf is a prime example of this statement, for he was feeling
quite good. He was lunging on his throne constructed from the bones of rebels
and the innocent, when a messenger came dashing through the great hall of his
"Lord, 'Heroes' have been sited in the countryside defeating his majesties
minions. Cutting through his hordes like they were toilet paper!" The wolf
flew off his throne with an oath.
"WHAT! Someone has the gall to oppose me!" The wolf began to pace as the
messenger quaked prostrated on the floor. "I'll deal with these 'heroes'
It did not take long for the wolf to find the men that were crushing his army
one unit at a time, all he had to do was trace the path of his slain followers.
The wolf caught up with these new messengers of death around noon, the sun was
hot and flies crawled over the carcasses littering the fields. Wanting every
advantage possible, the wolf moved ahead on the road that the heroes traveled to
find a suitable location for their final battle.
The wolf didn't have long to wait before the men traveling the road came into
sight. The sun was at the wolf's back, giving him an excellent view of his
opponents. The lead man's hair was as big and spiky as the second man's was
short and flat. The third man's hair fell down below his shoulders in a silvery
main. None of them carried weapons.
The men approached in silence, grim determination and death followed them like
hounds. As they came upon the rock where the wolf waited, the man with the
pointy blonde hair held up his fist; signaling a halt about a dozen yards away.
Fanning out, the heroes drew their weapons. The wolf blinked. One moment they
carried nothing, the next all three held swords; the wolf wondered if they were
real, but then remembered all the bodies he had passed that were hacked to
pieces and decided that they were real enough.
"Not the talkative types I see. Let get down to business then, yes?" The men
The man with silver hair stepped forward and slashed; it was all the wolf could
do to avoid the blade- it was so freaken long. Once regaining his balance, the
wolf had to continue to dodge attacks as the three men had surrounded him. The
only thing keeping the wolf's hide in place was his lightning speed and
extra-sensory perception. The wolf was beginning to think that coming after
these men alone was a bad idea. Finally, the wolf was able to position himself
outside their deadly triangle, near only one of the three men; the one with the
short dark hair. The sword blade came down and would have split the wolf's
skull directly between the eyes if he hadn't stopped the deadly metal between
his bare hands; inches from his nose. Suddenly pain shot through the wolf's
hand causing him to release the blade, allowing the hero to cut him in the left
shoulder. The wolf howled in pain and slashed his tormentor's face with his
claws, missing the eyes but destroying a previously disfigured nose. The last
thing the wolf saw as he escaped from under the knife was a wisp of smoke
trailing from the blades hilt. The damn thing was nothing more than a glorified
bayonet! This was going to get ugly.
By now the wolf had realized that he had bitten off more than he could chew by
facing these three heroes all at the same time; but that only strengthened his
resolve to see this thing through. And so, with the same resolve that brought
the wolf to the secret grotto that he could drink from the forgotten spring, he
continued to fight- and lose.
It was a glorious death. The three heroes maintained such a furious pace of
attacks that even the wolf's augmented stamina was unable to keep up for very
long. Finally, after hours of thrusts and cuts and evasions, it came to an end.
The man with the glorified bayonet, blood covering his face and clothes from
where the wolf had struck his first blood, charged bringing his single edged
weapon down over his head in a vicious blow. The wolf stepped to the side,
avoiding the one attack while stepping straight into another. The man with
spiky blonde hair, also bleeding from multiple minor wounds inflected all over
his body, had anticipated the move and prepared a counter that buried his
enormous blade in the wolf's side, becoming caught in the ribs of his massive
chest. The wolf fell to the ground; exhausted from the loss of blood, not to
mention the sword stuck inches from his heart and lungs. His weapon trapped the
man with spiky hair backed away, and the man with the sliver mane stepped
forward. He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement of a battle well fought,
then proceeded to cleanly remove the wolf's head from his shoulders.
The three unknown heroes wiped their blades and left the body, continuing the
path into the sunset to restore order to a world bathed in chaos.