As the Darkness Approaches - the Wolves Stay Ready

A beer hall in Munich, Germany - January, 1919. 

“Our Fatherland - our Germany, it is much older then Karl the Great, otherwise known as Charlemagne, and it is even older than Hermann, otherwise known as Arminius. You see my friends, this land is land that was consecrated by the Master Races of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves - and by the divine blessings and fondness of the Old Gods and Goddesses of the Air and of the Water - the Great White Wolves lived alongside us in the forests!”

Klaus announced with a riveting spirit, and a dedicated gusto to those gathered in the back room of the beer hall that he was speaking at. The ancient tome was opened before him, and it rested on the sturdy, carved and stained oak wood podium that he stood behind. 

The crowd that was enamored with him, numbering some fifty or so individuals, were an interesting mix of Bavarian and Prussian nobility, the latter being Junkers, specifically, who’d been deposed since November, 1918, as well as middle class monarchists, and lower and middle class nationalists. Virtually all of them had been Veterans of the Great War, also there called the World War, and yet their common nationalism had a singular binding force: a sincere belief in Germany’s mythical past, and its destiny that was inherent to that past!

“As a Professor of Cryptozoology and History who teaches  at Ludwig Maximilian University here in Munich in the Fall and Spring, and at Humboldt University in Berlin in the Winter and Summer - I can definitively say that what is described within the pages of this tome - are true! You see, gentlemen, after the cataclysmic war between the West and the East in 280,000 BC - the Air and Water Gods and Goddesses not only suppressed the power of the Demons of the East, and vanished their Orc, Giant, and Vampire worshippers - but they bound the essences of the valiant extinction level sacrifices of the Elves and Dwarves, to preserve the lifebloods of Humans and the Great White Wolves!”

Klaus passionately narrated, pausing for a moment to let the audience take in what he was saying. As he noticed that in the stained and carved white oak interiors of the beer hall, the audience was now all the more engaged - he continued.

“Elvish, Dwarven, Human, and Wolf Blood fertilized the very soil of our Fatherland! Make no mistake that when the Romans fought the Germanic Tribes in the Early Ages AD - it was no mistake that Berserkers wore wolf skins, and were said to have channeled the power of the wolf! This goes too for their northern successors, the Vikings! Note though, that these were not the skins of the Great White Wolves - for they were as large as village cottages! The skins that Berserkers wore were that of their ancestral offspring. Yet - I do believe, that the Great White Wolves are out there!”

Klaus continued, as the crowd continued to listen, though as he looked at the wooden clock on the wall, he could see that hinting for renting the space would be up in exactly one minute.

“As it stands - we must vacate, for my rental time of this space has concluded. Please do return next week at the same day, time, and place to hear this lecture continued. Thank you!”

Klaus concluded as he received a riveting applause, which was followed by a flurry of energetic handshakes, smiles, and nods. His message was bright very well received - and he knew exactly why! As he walked back to his apartment, which was situated partially in the turret section on on the corner of a building, he slipped off his uniform jacket and tall, thin boots, sitting before the tile fireplace after locking up his tome in an oak and silver cabinet.

As Klaus sat in his tall leather chair, a familiar figure appeared before him out of thin air!

“All these centuries have gone by - and you’re still the same Soldier you’ve always been: dedicated to the cause in this land, fighting for it, against it, and yet each action has always part of the greater prophecy. The Great White Wolves - my beloved children - await your visitation, Lord Protector.”

Freila announced with the same immortal sweetness and grace that she’d always had, floating before Klaus in her beautiful, nude, almost translucent Air Goddess form with her platinum blonde hair and thunder blue eyes.

“Yes, my Goddess. I’ve felt their presence in the Hürtgen Forest and the Black Forest, as well as the forest in and around Rastenburg in East Prussia. The masses have been - “

Klaus replied, before bedding to pause dud ti the flurry of gunfire outside, as uniformed and organized Freikorps Soldiers with a bulky, black armored car sporting one partially concealed MG-18 on either side, clashed with Communist Insurgents in the streets. This didn’t frighten Klaus - after the centuries of armed combat that he’d seen, and so, he simply closed the windows without a single worry!

“As I was saying, the masses have been quite receptive! They know not of my immortality - but that is beyond the common concern. What they are receptive to is the legacy of the ancestral sacrifice of most of the humans of this land, as well as the extinction of the Elves and Dwarves in support of that same endeavor against the dark forces of the East. Though, I have found that the masses of all the societal classes - are especially receptive to the legacy of the Great White Wolves.”

Klaus continued, before nodding and gesturing to Freila to speak freely as he sat in his tall, leather, brass studded chair of burgundy leather and oak wood.

“Well I’m pleased to say that the time has come for them to be awakened. Soon - in the next few years and decades - two leaders shall rise to power here in Germany, and along with their rule over the humans in this sacred land - the Great White Wolves shall rule and protect the forests. Yet the prophecy - as is written in the tome - is not one that ends predictably.”

Freila stated, as she paused at the end to let Klaus take in the information that she was providing in grace and calm.

“As was the case when I served as a Roman Dictator and then Roman Emperor against the Germanic Tribes, or when I served as the most famous Grand Master of the Teutonic Order against the Baltic Tribes - only for the Teutonic Order ti fall and he resurrected as the Junkers, and the Germanic Tribes as the Holy Roman Empire - the First Reich?”

Klaus asked calmly, considering that this must’ve been what she’d meant, as it would make the wording within the tome make sense.

“Precisely, my Lord Protector. Keen as always, I see. These two leaders - one shall appoint the other two power, the elder shall pass away in his position of power, while the younger shall lead to the destruction of Germany as we know it. Yet - such destruction is necessary, in order for Germany to be rebuilt, rebalanced, and made to be an even stronger force - against the East.”

Freila stated as she looked at Klaus, looking deep into his eyes to see if there was any doubt in his immortal - but still human mind. Through her divine gaze, Freila saw only resolve.

“This is unsurprising, so I was correct then. And the Great White Wolves?”

Klaus asked as he stood up, sensing the conversation would end soon.

“They shall live on, rehabilitated in the eyes and in the kinds of subsequent generations of humans. For now, you just continue teaching the sacred of the past - and travel to Rastenburg tomorrow, for there you will see the full and true return of the Great White Wolves to the forests of our scared Germany.”

Freila concluded before disappearing back into the sky, with a thunderstorm commencing shortly thereafter. Klaus, forever the Lord Protector, had his orders. It was time to be reacquainted with a species of long forgotten friends and allies, in the forests where the Teutonic Order under his leadership - once brought Germandom to by the sword, while clad in knight’s armor.