The Grey Wolf - The Legend of Kwaicore

Story goes, an old Cherokee told his grandson about the battle between two wild wolves. A wolf as black as the nights sky and a wolf whiter than strikes of lightening. His grandson asked where these wolves came from and the Cherokee replied, "From within each of us." You see the Cherokee was talking about our inner struggle between Good and Evil. The Good is ecstasy, concord and the squeal of laughter. The Evil is gluttony, resentment and ego. The grandson thought long and hard about this and then asked, "But grandfather, which wolf wins?" His Grandfather replied, "Which ever one you feed my son." "Which one did you feed grandfather?” "Which one do you think my son?" The boy knew the answer to this, but he was still curious about the black wolf. "Grandfather, does everybody feed the white wolf?” the old Cherokee went very still and replied with one word that opened every door and window of curiosity..."No." The Cherokee did not want to answer anymore of his grandson's questions but the boy did not stop asking. 


Every evening the boy would fire questions at his grandfather like never ending smoke signals that couldn't get absorbed by the sky. He wanted to know more about the black wolf and what happened to those who fed him. On the boy's 18th birthday the Cherokee decided to share the storybook with his grandson that up until that point had been written in invisible ink. The story of the black wolf. The boy learned that everyone who had fallen into the grip of temptation and fed the black wolf, had been banished from the treaty. These 'night stalkers' formed their own tribe on the outskirts of the land. The boy also learned that he had an older brother, a brother he had never met because he was a 'night stalker.' The Boy's mind was made up as his grandfather spat out his last sentence. He was going to find his brother. He was going to find the night stalkers!  After what seemed like enough time for an eagle to circle the earth, the boy found the 'night stalkers' treaty. The boy stood out like a mirror in starlight. This tribe was different. They were cruel, they did not share, they did not stir at the sound of a babies cry...but the boy met his brother. The two had the same eyes but different noses. The tribe had a new found respect for the Cherokee's grandson because of his blood line ran straight through the middle of their treaty and because of the immense bravery he had shown.  The boy stayed with the 'night stalkers' for many fortnights and then many more after that. The days rolled in and out of each other, but the boy's heart remained just as pure as before. 

One night a new member entered the treaty, a girl who had been banished like the other 'night stalkers' before her. She had eyes like the wheels of a chariot and lips like the waves of the sea, but there was darkness to her. The boy was drawn to this girl who was known as 'Hinovi'. They grew closer and their souls began to intertwine like the roots of an Oak. By the summer 'Hinovi' was pregnant and the two welcomed their first son into the world and with this the first grey wolf. This was a total disgrace upon both treaties. No two tribes had every mixed blood especially not being married. The two decided to flee to the bottom of the earth, where no judgment would be passed and they could raise their newborn child. After some time in Africa the couple began to realize just how unique their son was. Illustrated more than anything through his music. He had the joy and beat of his father with the passion and fire of his mother. He communicated through this medium which his parents were convinced was the language of the 'grey wolf'. Word got back to the old Cherokee about his grandson and his new great grandson and the language of the grey wolf. He was determined to find them. He joined met with the 'night stalkers' and a handful from both tribes started their journey to find the grey wolf. Both parties were unsuccessful in their quest. The Cherokee's tribe and the night stalkers again divided this new land and became distant memories to each other. Each night the two treaties would sing and dance and send rhythm through the earth and out the trees in hopes to somehow lure the grey wolf, but the grey wolf never came...until 300 years later when the grey wolf was born again!