Euya leaned against the back of the tree. "Once upon a time, at the Carnival and Feast, A girl named Joan fell in love with a man named Joseph. She wanted to marry the male but her parents would not let her, so they made a plan to run away together and never return until the had finished growing up and could prove that love was true. They waited until it grew dark and there was enough food and supplies to last in the forest - for they weren't living in a town so they parents wouldn't find them- and slipped away into the night. Things grew tough for the two, but they never gave up, never ending the pain and suffering by quiting. The family even helped out a fox clan, by ssaving them from almost certain death. The Fox leader was a spirit and gave the couple what ever they truely needed." Euya looked at all the eager faces, they certain loved this story, "But not all of this story was happiness... No. Joseph had to go to war to protect his family, leaving poor Joan all by herself waiting. Waiting, waiting, ever waiting, never stopping to think about anything else but him. Time and fate were a crue pair holding her under a spell. The fox spirit came to her house after five years of her beloved being gone to tell her of his death. She was angered. She swore that one day she shall rest beside him in the clouds. She asked the fox to grant her one last wish, to became a power source of anger and hate, seeking revenge on every human thing. Yet in her heart wass a tiny voice telling her that Joseph would not want this. Slowly the voice was overpowered by rage, it consumed her controling her and making her thirst for destruction. Years passed, and she had control of almost the entire country, then the voice that had began to burrow into her heart, making her lose her mind." Euya shifted to lean in a more comfortable position then continued, " Joan began to settle down, it took years to calm down, it made her tired and weak, so she asked the fox spirit's son to grant her one last wish: Children. Centuries later, came along mine and your generations." He scratched under his head-band and smiled at them...