Chapter 1, Big Bad Wolf
In all layers of the Canavs, there is only one that holds within it the tales of old that sit between the rift of reality and the real world. It was called the Fabel Lands. Lands where all stories existed, even the ones yet to come. David and the Goliath, Alice and Wonderland, Little Red riding hood, Romeo and Juliet, the stories of the Kraken and even mythical tales from old tribes and different mythologies like the Journey to the West and the Egyptian tale of the Book of Thoth. The Fable Lands stand so far between reality and the Canvas itself that is untouchable to even the most potent of creatures and gods. There exist massive Wards, Litches and even undead lords who exist there that can bend the unbelievable into existence. The highest level of existence, a place where the impossible and unthinkable can exist. Any story, any dream and any desire created in the Fables Lands existing peacefully with everything else. Christianity itself existed far beyond the others however, thanks to their God, Elohim. God above Gods as described and even described as being incomprehensible to all others. The Eastern gods and their beliefs existed separate from the Fable Lands too.
However one day long ago during a bright and sunny day, everyone and everything within the Fable Lands and connected to it would feel a horrible the sting. It was The Dark One. He would dip his finger into these Lands and with his evil and dreadful thoughts and influence would make the Lands sick and vile. Turning once wholesome stories into a now dark twisted forms of themselves. In attempt to save these stories the fairies and even ancient wards of the Fable Lands would do everything they could to preserve the magic and love of the land. However during all this, one story would catch the Dark One’s attention. During the tale of Red riding hood the wolf would be shot by the hunter. The wolf would lye down in its own blood as the hunter, the grandmother and little Red would all celebrate within the old cottage in the woods.
“...oh...the night sky looks so dry now. Howling at it is what I loved to do. Why did I temp my life with that little girl?...now that huntsman is going to skin me most likely and turn me into a thing to hang on his wall.” Said the Wolf as it began bleed and bleed along the muddy ground and would soon begin to see the world as a blur. However soon a strange voice would begin to speak to him.
“Oh dreaded wolf, your story may not yet end here.” Said the voice, the Wolf’s ears perked up as it heard the voice. “What...what are you?” Asked the Wolf with its few moments left.
“I have watched over you and your horrible actions, your tricking of that child and that older woman. Tis a shame that your deeds would be fouled by a simple weapon of powder and steel. Wouldn’t you agree?” Said the voice, it didn’t need a answer, the Wolf was dying. It’s eyes growing pale.
“If I grant you another chance at life, you must do something for me. Something horrible.” Said the voice
“...What?” Asked the Wolf
“I saw into your mind dear wolf, your nature is simple. However it doesn't have to be. Go, run along the land and spread disaster and death to this land that has no idea of the concept. Introduce to them...death.” Said the voice and with that would be the first sin, the sin of wickedness. The existence of now the Dire wolf of fear. The Big Bad Wolf. In that moment its shape would change and turn into something horrifying, a form so much bigger than any average wolf. In this the Wolf would wait for the arrival of the huntsman and play dead. As the hunter came out it didn’t notice the change of the Wolf, he then got his dagger and got ready to cut. However, the steel blade would break against the Wolf’s skin.
“What in the world?” The huntsman said as at that moment the Wolf’s eyes would open full of life and brimming with something new. The huntsman watched in fear as the Wolf got up and stood tall. Above him, towering.
“...it can’t be...this is...it can’t be!” Shouted the hunter as the Wolf then wrapped its claws around his face and would devour him. Bones crushed, flesh torn and soul eaten. The older woman would come out and seek out the huntsman only to see the Wolf, bloody and covered in torn bones and flesh. The woman was soaked with fear as the Wolf delivered her the same fate. The little red riding hood still inside and confused as to the commotion, when she reached towards the door it would open. The Wolf, larger than life towered over her. Her small figure not even a inch to his size.
“...M-...Mommy..” the girl cried, the death of the little girl, of little Red riding hood was so gruesome, so monstrous and vile that even the Dark One holds this moment within his mind as an act so villainous that it blended with his own limitless evil. The Wolf would dawn the little girl’s red hood, wear it as a sign of his deed and would howl to the moon that bloody night. The first of many.
