The legend of Materna

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Summary

As Materna is a beautiful world filled with shellings who live in sunken garden and centaurs that live in the forgiveness and minotaurs who lives in ice bay the secret wolves who live in the forest of the dead who are like vikings and pirates mixed together want to take over Materna as they own starting with the shellings

Status
Complete
Chapters
21
Rating
5.0 1 review
Age Rating
16+

🐚 CHAPTER 1: THE CONJOINT TWINS

Long ages ago, before the Shellings learned the secret of how to stay in one place, they were wanderers always. They followed the moon, moving their tents and their small belongings every third moon, as the law of Materna demanded. They were happy, but there was a sadness in their hearts—for they had no place they could truly call home, no ground where their feet could rest forever.

In those days, there were born two brothers, Pip and Pipin. They were conjoint twins, bound together not just by birth, but by spirit, so close that one could not tell a thought from the other. Upon their backs, they carried a single, great shell that curved over both of them, coloured a rich, glowing Gold—the mark of goodness, nobility, and great purpose. Their eyes shone with that same golden light, and all who saw them knew they were special, marked by Mother Nature for something great.

They were gentle, clever, and loved by all their people. While other Shellings dreamed of travel or of finding their soulmates, Pip and Pipin dreamed only of the earth. They loved to dig in the soil, to plant seeds, and to watch things grow.

"We move too fast," Pip would say softly.

"We leave things unfinished," Pipin would finish his thought, as if they shared one mind.

They knew the danger of the world well. They had heard the songs of the Siren River and knew the Secret Wolves sailed upon it. They knew that to be a wanderer was to be exposed, easy to find, easy to catch. They dreamed of a place where their people could be safe, where the flowers they planted could grow tall and old, and where the sound of the river would be a lullaby, not a warning.

So, one bright season, guided by a vision they both shared, the twins led their small family to a hidden valley. It was a beautiful place, cupped between rolling green hills, with a silver stream tumbling down from the rocks to form a sparkling waterfall that misted the air with rainbows. The grass was soft, the soil rich and dark. It was perfect.

"Here," said Pip.

"Here we stay," said Pipin.