Uprising: Volume One of the Wolfcaller Chronicles
#1 of Uprising
Meet Teller, the keeper of stories.
The Wolfcaller Chronicles
vol. one
Hello there friend! Come in, come in! Have a seat, have a drink, have fun and relax! Would you like something to drink? A bite to eat perhaps? The stew is quite excellent tonight. Don't worry about paying, you're my guest and I treat my guests like royalty! Still no? Very well, but please let me know if you change your mind.
Now I will say, friend, you do look quite familiar, you do. I tell you, names may escape me but I never forget a face. And yours certainly does tickle my memory. What's that? Say we've never met, do you? Are you sure? Ah, well then I'm glad to meet you now! You know what they say, a stranger is only a friend you haven't met yet. So it's wonderful to meet you!
I am called Teller. "Fetch us a story, Teller!" They always say to me. Yes, I know all the stories, from the beginning of the world to the squirrel and his magical pebble. That one's pretty popular with the kids, you know. But you don't look like you've come all the way here to hear about a squirrel.
You have a story in mind do you? Ah, the tale of Nadirah Wolfcaller. Yes. Yes, I know her tale very well indeed. Everyone 'round here knows of her. Not from 'round here, eh? Well, no matter. She hasn't been seen in a while, but the ones like that, they never really go away for good, no,never for good. They just sleep a little while until they're called again by the darkness in us all. But let us not speak her name too loudly. You know what they say about that. "Call and I shall answer."
In a hurry, you say? Well let me speak, friend, and I'll tell you all you want to hear! It's a long tale, so get yourself comfortable. Now then,...
No one, not even I, knows where she came from, or why she came to that old village. Some say she was formed from the darkness itself and given a familiar shape. Me, I think she was just as mortal as you an' me, and created in just the same fashion, if you know what I mean. But, I also think that maybe, whatever drove her to that village that day... just maybe it's better that story stays lost. Some stories are better left to their own, not fit for the ears of decent folk.
And it all began innocently enough, with a single request.....