"Mama, tell us a story."
"Ok my younglings, here is a story I have not shared in a long time"...Once, in the great forest of The Old Grove, there was a fox... When he was young, many of the inhabitants of the Old Grove began to mistreat him as an evil omen because he was born as a black fox. Word had spread across the forest of a black fox being born which then a premonition from the Elders told of a great calamity that would befall upon the forest. They say that his fur was as pitched-black as a shadow, and eyes that were crimson red as an apple plucked from a tree. And so, his name was given by his dark fur...Black would be whispered across the forest...Confused and unsure to why many showed such resentment and cruelty to him, and as things gotten worse for poor young Black, a fire had started... as was foretold, many lives were taken by the blazing inferno. When the great fire finally subsided, part of the Old Grove had no longer showed life. Scared and afraid, a riot had gathered to forcefully drive Black to head towards the desolate lands that was once scorched and later then called The Dark Grove. Fueled with hatred and malice, they blamed him for the calamity that was brought upon them after his birth and called him "The Black Cinders". Blinded by their rage, the adults chose to be rid of Black as they hunted him down for the safety of the Old Grove and prevent anymore harm. He ran as fast as he could from the adults pursuing him. Unfortunately, he was trapped on a high cliff and that below him was the Dark Grove. With no where else to flee, and his pursuers slowly emerging out from the forest with killer intentions... it was clear they were not going to allow Black to make it out alive... After that, the adults claim that Black perished... or so they thought... as time passed, many witnesses tell stories of a strange black figure that wanders in the night across the Old Grove and returns back to desolate lands. Many had began to call it "The Shadow of the Dark Grove" it is where the shadow returns to before morning breaks the night sky. Many dare not wander into the uncharted land that reeked of death and sorrow, but among the inhabitants, a brave but small ocelot who could not resist and by such strange fate, wandered to the unknown and learned an untold truth that was hidden for so long. There is a saying that many may know... and it is that "curiosity kills the cat", but...I beg to differ on that...