The boy and the Beast

Everyone truly knows how innocent and how fragile we were when we were no older than a kindred. We would be so curious, but the most straightforward amount of force can scare us, break us, and leave us all alone in a freezing place. Unfortunately, in this tale, that experience has become a frightening reality. The young child, Avor, a delightful little kindred, always listening to his mother, thinking he's the big, strong man he is destined to become when he gets to the right age. But he truly will not listen to the fact that he's not that age yet. He even wields his first weapon with honour and dignity, knowing it is just a little wooden sword; he still brandishes it like the greatest swordsman in the entire French Kingdom. On this hallowed day, the young man decides to go on a journey a bit further than his reach can give him. It is a particularly freezing day in the Alps, and he and his father have taken a trip into the steep, cold and treacherous mountains to find a selection of decent food to hunt, but our leading young man ever, the Brave One, decides to show off. Unfortunately, however, in his reckless efforts to come off as superior, he spoke far too audibly. The snow has now collapsed, causing a terrifying avalanche that buries both him and his father in at least a good seven feet of snow, which knocks them both out cold. several hours of being stuck under the beautiful and clear white bed, a shifting layer of beautiful White Snow can be seen now; what could it be? Could it be a little snow bunny that got caught in the landslide? No, it seems too big to be such a thing. could it be a fox getting into its arctic fur just searching for one of the snow bunnies? It was not too big. It seemed human-sized, not very big human, mind you, but human nonetheless; as it pushed its head out, we found it was our little main character. He kicked and shoved and pushed his way out of the mass of snow; looking around, he found a safe patch to rest. now tired, arms and legs chilled to the Bone after being trapped under that amount of white brilliance, he takes a break, catches his breath and then tries to search for his father. He looks as far as he can, but the snow is too thick. If his father is anywhere, he hopes he doesn't get lost in the snow. Now freezing and alone, the young child brandishing his little wooden weapon heads unthinkingly into what appears to be a developing blizzard. After many hours of unthinkingly walking forward, he is taken aback by something terrifying. He stumbles across what appears to be a footprint, but it is not of human origin. It is much larger and much less human in design. Could it be a polar bear or a wolf? No, this seems far too big, and it seems to be on four legs, but it's not a wolf or a polar bear. Now the young man knows what true fear it is one thing to be alone on the large formidable mountains, but to know that you are not only not alone, you are surrounded by something of a formidable size that can easily take you out almost made his blood run colder than he already was. he can't think of the worst; he must continue his search for his father so they both can head back home to the tribe where they belong. So, even knowing he is terrified, he takes some Solace that this is the first sign of something else on the mountain. He slowly walks following the tracks, and then the scene becomes more brutal as after around 100 of these paw prints, there appears to be a patch of fresh blood. too much for a human to be wounded, he instantly picks up his pace and is shocked. Standing before him is what appears to be a young but ever-large Yeti. He recalls the stories of the Old wise woman of his tribe who always went into great detail about how the Alps could be covered with these gentle Giants, these creatures forgotten by The Sands of Time. Still, she mostly would say how they are creatures of mythical origin and how there were no true accounts of the yeti because no one has ever truly seen one. They are very elusive, very creatures of Solitude, as they do not like how invasive humans have become in animal territories. He then noticed something rather upsetting about the poor great Beast: it had a large wound on its arm that was either an arrow's tip or a stab wound from the head of a spear. With his l wooden sword held tight, he slowly walks closer to the large furry white creature, tapping it with the tip of his sword. The creature instantly whines in fear as it Vanishes as fast as it appears. The boy is star-struck by what he has truly seen. The large furry white creature appears nowhere to be seen; then, out of nowhere, he is knocked off his feet as the creature reappears on top of him. It makes a large wailing noise, almost like the throat singers of his tribe. It appears to be not angry, just terrified, just like him. The young boy realises he's afraid of the weapon. He throws his weapon down, and the yeti's eyes go back to what they were too large, beautiful blue discs with the darkest and most innocent eyes you could ever imagine up here in the head of this furry white creature as it then shifts itself from the little boys form as it looks left and right frantically like it's lost someone or lost something important to it. Getting to his feet, the young boy sees it's just a lost child like him. Slowly approaching the creature, it makes a loud noise again, as anything would do when it is afraid and alone, but it does not deter him. Slowly but surely, he makes his way closer to the young Beast as he slowly puts his mitten-covered hand outstretched through the tuft of hair on the beast's head, stroking it to try and comfort the creature. Slowly, the creature looks at him with a curious but relaxed stance as it slowly settles down. The boy then softly hums the ancient tribal chant as the creature follows suit, but as it does, its fur begins to glow as the surrounding area begins to rise, and then slowly,y it falls back into place when his fur stops glowing. once again, the boy is shocked to find out that this creature is not only a creature of Legend but also a creature of magic. there then puts its giant furry arms around the little boy as it seems to have made a bond with him, and this was the first day of many yet to come that the boy and his Yeti overcame all that would pass them by eventually. Now, with his new companion, the boy returned to his tribe, thankfully finding his father due to the brilliant help of Acleissus, which was the name of this little Yeti. The little boy did not know how he found such information but did nonetheless. Taking the Yeti into his tribe made them all nervous at first, but then the Yeti melted their Hearts after they brought his father; they realised that the Yeti was nothing to be afraid of. It was welcomed into their tribe, where he and our main boy could play. Could Hunt could see all there was to see? they ended up exploring the entire Alps together, man and beast together as friends with a bond that never needed to speak its words for you to understand their connection, but it was a Bond stronger than anyone could ever see. I was told this story by the last of the tribe that the young boy came from. He ended up becoming a great leader of the tribe, and he even assisted the young Yeti in finding his. They even accepted him as an honorary yeti. The young beast ended up going back with him to the tribe, where he reigned for many years as the new tribe leader, and people would come for ages to see the creature that was known only in Myth now come to life. Not all stories start brilliantly, but they end happily if you want them to, and this is just one of many true stories that end happily.