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Coming Home * * * One of the things that Jason 'Twomoons'-rhya has said to me that has stuck is that I should make it a goal of mine to tell my own story, sing my own song. At the time I had absolutely no clue what my own story might entail because.. heck, I was a cub and had no clue what was going to happen to me on my Rite of Passage or even if I was going to survive my Rite. Although, I don't have a song for myself yet, I do have a couple stories, if I ever start writing music and lyrics I might try to sing this as a song.. but probably not until I'm a Fostern or Adren. Anyways, here is the beginning of my story; I plan to tell my actual Rite of passage and the story that was the goal of my Rite of Passage separately because.. those are separate stories in and of themselves. I guess I'll start at the beginning, not the very beginning, just the beginning of when I started to figure that something wasn't quite right with me. I was born and raised in Alaska with my mother (Kin) and my father (Garou) and my big sister Samantha "Snoop" (also Garou). I was fairly close to my Raggy sis until she went off to college and moved away. I'm not quite sure how she ended up down here in the Talking Junkyard but I knew she was down here in Kansas doing something important, what I wasn't told. I also never figured out that when my dad came home late night and hurting he was off battling the forces of the Wyrm; getting into trouble with some misc. Ahroun; or whatever it is that a Ratfink does. I figured he got into a bar room brawl or something.. although the latter makes more sense to me now.. Anyways, I'm getting sidetracked! Sorry, sorry.. *AHEM* Err.. where was I trying to make my point.. oh yeah! My first change. I actually do not remember the specifics concerning what triggered my first change. All I remember is having these weird vivid dreams about running around the Alaskan wilderness as a wolf and seeing these nifty pulsating things of light that were constantly changing shape and form, I thought it was beautiful. I didn't tell my folks about it but they knew something was up. Next thing I know, I'm on the next flight to Kansas city to live with my big sis for a while. I did tell her about my dreams and she didn't seem to think I was going crazy. In fact, she explained to me very calmly that I was a Garou, a were-wolf and in fact, she and dad were too. I thought she was joking, I even said that must be joking.. then she shifted through her forms in front of me.. man.. I was almost back in Alaska right then! This is probably when my theories about what was really going on came about. I thought at this point that I was trapped in some sort of funky realistic dream. Poor Sam must have figured that she needed some help getting me to come to grips with what I was, because I was at the Talking Junkyard and meeting the Grand Elder, Grandfather David, Lost and Found-rhya. Then I met Jason 'Twomoons'-rhya for the first time as well. I played along with Jason-rhya and his boot camp-like training he was running for the cubs who had shown up before me and then.. Emanuel-rhya in a training session came out in a gorilla mask and whacked me pretty good with a pipe or something. Again, I was done; I wanted to be shipped out right then and there. But good old Sam talked me into calming down and sticking around. I got to sit out of the group training sessions because, they weren't going to help me accept that I was really a Garou. Later on, Grandfather-rhya and Jason-rhya took me and another cub into the Umbra for the first time. I fell in love with the Umbra right then. I think Jason-rhya was trying to learn a gift from a Loon spirit. It was just so cool to be there! But now my theory had changed from a waking dream into a mass hallucination. Even thinking this, I wanted to learn anything and everything about the Umbra and its realms. Grandfather-rhya did teach me about the Umbra and its realms and I did listen. Although, somehow the rationalization of it being a mass hallucination didn't seem to work anymore, so after hearing about the duty of Garou and the beginning, I figured I was trapped in some rpg world and would not be able to wake up until I went through this Rite of Passage thing. Of all my ideas, this was the best one by far. So I starting playing along again, becoming the perfect student for Jason-rhya, being very cooperative by learning, practicing, and studying very hard. I tried to learn as much as he'd teach me to get myself ready to go off and wake up. At times i started pondering whether or not I really wanted to wake up again and find myself back in Alaska. I felt most badly, when Emanuel-rhya fell in a failed raid on some Wyrmy Chemical plant and it broke my heart when I heard the Grandfather-rhya had fallen in combat a few days before the Moot in which I was going to go on my Rite of Passage. I suddenly became conflicted with the idea of "waking up". I did not want to fail my Rite of Passage because it would let down Jason-rhya and all the others that thought I was ready for my Rite. In the months that I had been here, I had started thinking of Jason-rhya as the big brother I never had. But I also wanted to wake up and go back home to my pa! rents and my life before all of this. I was pretty confused by all of this and wasn't sure which way to go. My greatest joy was when Jublain-rhya and Jason-rhya said that I was ready to go on my Rite! So with that in mind, I decided to go on my RoP and do my best to come back and make everyone proud. If it wasn't a RPG then I could come back home if not, I'd be back at home. That was my theory and I was too stubborn to think otherwise. I was sent off into the Umbra in search of the Tribal homeland in order to find and bring back a story of the homeland. When I did find the homeland I met several interesting characters there and I enjoyed my stay in the month or so that I was there. And then, I found my way back home, to the Caern. I was so happy that I found myself in the Caern again and not at in my room back in Alaska! I had finally woken up from my delusion and realized that this was real. I decided then that I would do my best to protect the Caern that Grandfather-rhya loved so much because this was were I finally wanted to be. I was finally home. * * * Told by Diana "78 rpm" Edmonds, Cliath, Galliard, Bone Gnawer Back | List of Tales | Next
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