The Legend of Lobo

It has been many seasons since the time of the great warrior whose name will forever be known in the land of Valo and beyond. Lobo is the object of all the youth’s dreams. He was the greatest warrior ever known. It has been centuries since his brave act of vengeance lead to the freedom of the Valoian from the evil grips of Deltanon and his army of malice. This is the legend of Lobo and the tales of his eminent past.

“Lobo… wake up…rise and defend your people! You are their future, their hope. My son, you are the chosen one who must save your people from the hand of destruction. I wish I could be there…to see you grow and provide my wisdom. When you look into the vast night sky and gaze at the glowing face of the moon, you will see me. When you fight in battle, I will be right along side you, my inspiring spirit flowing through you. Now go…take care of your mother and sister in my place…I will always be with you, in your heart…”

As Lobo lied in bed and dreamt of all the things boys dream of, his father Padromas, the god of war and the spirit of the moon, peered down from the night stars upon his only son. He spoke the way a father speaks to his own flesh and blood. Silently, Lobo dreamt of great warriors and the angels of the night as his father watched him peacefully sleep, as he did every night.

The morning sun extended its radiant arms through the window and into Lobo’s room as he awoke to see the grey morning view outside. He arose and shook off all the morning desires for more sleep.

Yawning he said, “I can’t wait to go out and play with Drulam.”

Lobo was ten winters old and couldn’t wait to celebrate his eleventh. He sat on his bed and at once began to remember last winter when he got a gift from his mother and sister. It was a small handmade wooden box for his growing rock collection. It wasn’t just some ordinary rock collection. Lobo had collected extremely rare gems and colored stones from his many adventures in the mountains. He had a knack for exploring and discovering things that most people took for granted and overlooked. He continued to remember…they went up into the mountains, all three of them, and went exploring and playing in the snow. It was one of the happiest childhood memories that Lobo often cherished. It’s a shame his childhood ended so abruptly.

Lobo lightly day dreamed as he did his morning chores. Once he had finished, the sun was high into the sky.

“Mom! Can I go play with Dru?” he shouted to his mother Cepheron who was leisurely working in the garden behind their hut.

“Sure, but be careful! And be back before sun down,” she replied and smiled as she waved goodbye.

The youngster ran off and went to find his only companion. Lobo cared very much for Dru. Mostly because Dru was the only one who liked to play with Lobo out in the woods. Many of the children were afraid to go up into the mountains and to the forbidden canyon. Dru always followed his brave friend into exciting adventures deep within the forest or high into the mountains. Lobo arrived at Dru’s hut soon but his friend wasn’t there. So he went to their secret hide out and found it empty. Lobo was very concerned and thought “Where did Dru go?”

He went all around town looking here and there but received no sign of his friend anywhere. Lobo then decided to look near the canyon on the outskirts of the village. As he approached the forbidden place he heard yelling and taunting. It was Dru! But he was in trouble. Two of the biggest and meanest bullies in the village were beating up his only friend. These boys were much bigger and stronger than Lobo. That didn’t stop him though.

He ran toward the treacherous bluff yelling, “Dru! Dru! I’m coming!” His heart was filled with hatred and rage.

His ears rang and all he could feel was he dreadful thumping of his heart. Suddenly, something struck inside of Lobo, he lost control. He began to spring hair from his young arms and face, his eyes turned blood red, fangs slowly sprouted from his mouth and razor sharp claws from his fingers. The newly formed beast let out a horrible roar of disgust and anger as he sprinted toward the bullies. Like a flash of lightning, Lobo sprang on one of the bullies and began to rip at his flesh. The boy didn’t know what hit him and was screaming fearful cries of pain. The other boy trembled in horror at the sight of his friend being torn to shreds by some THING. When Lobo disposed of his first victim he then turned on his second target. The bully began to stumble backwards out of pure terror. He tried to turn and run but didn’t have anymore cliff to run on. He ran right off the bluff and into the deep rapids and jagged rocks, never to be seen again. It all happened in a blur of red and Lobo fell to the ground in a deep state of sleep.