Narrator :
You see the Deathmoore mountains is not just a mountain. There was a mountain, of course, three of them in fact, each of them for the three Skinwalker spirits, but the Skinwalker mountains was the word generally used to refer to those mountains as well as the widespread acres of thick forest that surrounds the three huge bodies of rocks.
According to the legends, The skinwalker spirits used to be three men who lived in that village before it was so named. The story of the origin of the three Skinwalker spirits is told as a tale amongst the local natives of the village.
The three men were sons of the village chief. They were strong men and were greatly feared and loved by all the natives of their village as well as those of the neighbouring villages.
Their village was all good and nothing was out of the ordinary for them, until the Wasi'cans came. They came bearing gifts as well as with the promise of prosperity and allegiance from good partnership.
The chief of course, welcomed them with open arms. He made them welcome, happy at being chosen amongst other village by the powerful foreign government. That was a great mistake.
The chief had given them leave to explore the village, told them over drinks all the native secrets and showed off the mountains from which the village got it's gold and gifted them a finished statue made from raw gold.
The leader of the Wasi'can, James, had looked at the statues with wide eyes recognizing raw gold for what it was. You see, the villager didn't know the full potential of the gold and definitely didn't know that it was going to be their downfall.
The greedy leader of the Wasi'can had asked to be shown the source of the shiny yellow metal and the king had obliged.
Soon, some machinery had entered the village to the surprise of all the natives. The Wasi'can told the chief that those machineries would help get more of the metals in less time and that the Wasi'cans would help them sell those stone for a fair price in the city but that they would take about 10 percent of whatever was excavated as payment.
The chief thought that it was a fair deal and agreed to it.
That was the beginning of a cycle of betrayal and blood shed.
Soon the machines got to work and true to their words, the gold were sold and the villagers were paid handsomely. But the price were never correct, not that the chief knew.
Not at first at least.
Not until his eldest son, in a bid to expand his knowledge of the other communities before taking over the throne of his father had travelled to the city and had found out by incident just what gold was really worth.
He came home and went through their transactions with the Wasi'can and found out that they had been grossly cheated. He immediately told his father all about it and adviced him to have a meeting with the head Wasi'can to demand better arrangements.
The Wasi'can had come to the meeting, and they had discussed the folly. But instead of the fair skinned man to feel remorse, he had gotten angry and stated how he was the reason they even made any money.
To cut the long story short, things had gotten out of hand and the chief had demanded that the Wasi'cans immediately stop their operations and leave their village.
They did not... Instead, they took over the mountain expense and brought in weapons. All types of guns.
They began to kill anyone who tried to stop their operations, either while extracting or while transportating the raw gold.
When things got extreme, the three sons of the Chiefs traveled to the city to seek help from the Wasi'can government and hoping that they would call their men back.
The president listened to their story patiently as well as read the letter their father had sent through them and was kind to give them a court order to summon the Wasi'cans immediately back to their country.
One late night before the men were back, some gun men had penetrated the chiefs house and had held his family at gun point making him sign off the mountains to James' company.
Then the chief and his wife were killed, but not before his only daughter was r***d to death by the men in front of him.
That was what the three sons came home to meet when they arrived the next morning. The corpse of their family.
Full of boiling anger, the three sons went straight away to the mountains but were caught by the Wasi'cans who first beat them to a pulp and then tied them up to a massive Oak tree and left them there under rain and sunshine and snow to starve to death.
After two days and two nights of suffering from the elements, when the sons were about to die, they cursed the mountain and the Wasi'cans with their dying breath saying that they would not be able to get a bit of gold from the mountains any longer.
There was a great storm that night and the whole village shook.
The next morning, the badly charred, bloodied and mutilated bodies of all the Wasi'cans were found just beyond the boundaries of the mountain.
The only person left alive was the badly shaken Captain James who kept speaking in gibberish and muttering about monsters, terrors and darkness.
The man was gravelly traumatized till his death many years later.
The gold and the chief's heirlooms were forever locked away within the mountains and protected by the spirits of the three brothers.
By then, the whole village had realized that the deathmoore mountains were a no go area, especially for non natives. The native shaman had called them all together and passed the message along.
The three brothers were now named: Fear, Death and Damnation.
A/N: What do you think?
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