ORIGINS

Fairway was a community where everyone as their brothers keeper. 

               

On the streets, one could hear the giggles of children playing happily, mostly playing tag, little  finding ways to upset little girls just for the fun of it, and the girls retaliating by pulling pranks on their male counterparts. 

                  

The adults had respect for the other. It was hard for anyone to go unnoticed. Fairway was a community that was one big family of some sort. 

                     

The mountains gave the landscape of Fairway a perfect scenery. The trees blossomed beautifully in the spring, most of the houses were built as wooden cabins which gave it a distinct rustic look. 

                

Early in the morning, the sounds of various species of birds chirping could easily be heard. At the cool of the evening, bustling sounds of wind could be heard and it had a way of soothing the weary souls of Fairway, or anyone who came visiting that region. 

                  

The terrain of Fairway was a spectacle to behold. Such beauty was what made the early settlers of the region to remain and dwell there. 

                 

Having journeyed from a distant land beyond the coasts of Iceland, they settled there calling it home. The early settlers were mostly nomads, and they were an agrarian bunch. 

              

They raised cattle for a living, making use of it's products like dairy and meat for consumption, fur and animal hides for clothing, and the products of the crop produce was used for food. 

              

They traded with neighbouring communities where they came from. With their transactions as a peaceful group, they were able to make a living for themselves.

              

Along with their nomadic activities which defined and differentiated them from other communities who were either predominantly blacksmiths or masons. 

                  

The early settlers never dwelt long in a region. They used their nomadic escapades as a guise for what they truly hid from the world, their curse that took full effect at every full moon. 

                

They'd usually go out in their numbers during days when there was to be a full moon, to hide their transformation into the beast that laid within them partially dormant; the werewolf within them. 

              

This was a secret they had hid from the those around them. Their ancestors were cursed, a group of 5 youths, a girl and four boys, at their prime, who made a terrible mistake, that grieced a community of witches, over seven hundred years ago, in the 13th century AD. 

                

This was a burden they lived with, trying to blend with the society around, not trying to look enstranged from the others.

                  

The early settlers multiplied both by procreation, and by having ordinary humans bitten by them. And this was a terrible plague that they brought upon many cities they passed through.

                 

This was unintentional, for they had no control of their curse at the time, so many were caught up in the transitioning phase of their life, being infected with this curse, as designed by the witches who casted the curse on them which was binding for all their life, and that they'd never be accepted amongst men, cutting them off totally. 

                 

Thus was the gravity of the curse. And yet, they grew in their numbers.With the discovery of their secret by their neighbors wherever they dwelt per time, they took to flight, not to be seen there again. 

              

Such was their life for a long time. But they grew to learn how to control their curse, harnessing it abilities. The curse also came with some perks, such as extra human strength, a keen sense of smell and their environment, increased speed and agility. 

             

This would come in handy as they would face a lot of life threatening situations. But all of what they were capable of doing, they kept hidden from the humans. 

                 

They presented themselves as weak and feable, to not draw unnecessary attention and have them discovered. This was how the early settlers survived for a while until they were discovered. Rumors had been going round of a creature of the night that terrorized the west. 

              

From the description of a survivor, a clergy named Festus Claudius, one who had a close encounter with the "beast of the night," as it was referred to. 

             

 He said, "It's was a huge wolf, but could stand on it's hind legs as a man, with a towering height of eight feet, and it had bloodshot eyes. And to his greatest surprise, it transformed into a human before my very eyes, before I drifted into unconsciousness." 

                 

This was the testimony of the first person who survived it's attack and massacre. But many didn't believe him, and it was written off as a dilusion, saying "He was traumatized by the fall he had when he ran, hitting his head against a rock".

                

He insisted that he knew what he saw, hence they said he take them to where the attack happened, which he did, but they met no evidence of such an attack happening there. There was no evidence proving his claims, so they discarded his claims. 

                

Nevertheless, rumors went round of the mystical "Beast of the night."

                  

The early settlers had mastered covering their tracks over time, to be able to go undetected, flying under the radar, keeping themselves far from harms way. 

             

But this incident was quite a close call, had the five elders not swooped in to clean up the mess quick before they found evidence of the reality of such a creature and beast.

                

This had not been the first time a member of the werewolf pack gone out of line and caused carnage to humans, but there had never been a survivor  tell the tale, since dead men tell no tales. Unfortunately, such a dark secret can only be kept secret for so long. 

               

With the rumors of the existence of beast of the night, many found themselves infatuated with the reality of such a mysterious creature, that was both man and beast, chief of whom was the sole survivor, Festus Claudius the clergy. 

             

The thought of it alone excited them, but that excitement would only last for so long. Festus had gone preaching of the existence of such a beast, and had gained quite a audience, raising just a few number of zealots like himself to prove to the world that such a creature does actually exists.

                

He preached with such dexterity, with convincing words, putting his clergy prowess to work. But he could only do so much convincing the inhabitants of that land. But he took his gospel to different towns, providing the little evidences that he could, to prove his claims. 

                 

Unfortunately, once again a member of the growing pack of werewolves had gone astray unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly? 

                

Well, the outcome would forever change the lives of these secretive and peaceful bunch, that had thrived in secrecy over the years, for nearly three decades, roaming from one territory to another, hiding under the impression and guise of their nomadic nature and way of life. 

                   

Acting without caution and carelessness was the undoing of the first generation of the werewolves. This would set in motion the course of events that would change the lives of their generations yet unborn, making them a target of aggression. 

                 

Humans and these cursed breed of humans would begin an age long war for generations to come,  with the major catalyst of these chain of events beings Festus Claudius, and the aggrieved families of the carnage the beasts of the night had wreaked. 

                     

A werewolf had gone and massacred a family in their place of residence at night, leaving too much evidence of carnage, that could not be covered or done away with in record time as they previously did. Neighbors heard the screams of the family as they were being slaughtered. 

                 

They heard growls, deep growls, which sounded not like human, coming from within the house, but they could not do anything. 

                 

Fear gripped them, for they thought it was an invasion of the barbarians, and they took to their heels, but they looked behind and noticed a creature, which matched the description of Festus Claudius the clergy, and as he once testified, they witnessed the beast transform into human form. 

                 

With the agitation from the inhabitants of the nearby town, the little group and community of werewolves picked up the sound where they were, near the woods away from the nearby town. 

                

Well, one wouldn't need any special abilities to pick up the roaring sounds of anger, and violence. The anger and violence was literally palpable in the atmosphere. The people were out for blood. 

             

Such violence clearly signified to the werewolves that their time there was over, and probably their cover was blown. The younger wolves were becoming sloppy, they were not adhering to the code of operation that kept the reality of their existence from all mankind. 

               

So, with such an outburst of anger, and a movement that seemed to be headed their way, with an angry mob wielding torches, pitch forks, swords, clubs and anything that could cause harm, the werewolves got themselves up at night, ready to flee.