You may not know the Onark tribe. and probably will never know from any book They were once a nomadic tribe from the north that had settled in the fertile areas of the Severt Mountains for hundreds of years. They believe they were the first to pioneer that mountain range. They were all willing to ignore the fact that they had found many strange black stone sculptures all around.

The summit and a long path also made of black stone lead to the summit. But then, nearly five thousand years ago, according to the other tribes, suddenly, overnight, their existence disappeared. Only objects and traces of culture remained, but they disappeared. No one saw him again. Soon after, other Indian tribes occupied Mount Severt and Enuina forests, but they soon cursed and carved warning signs in the trees before moving out. come

Over thousands of years, people forgot about it and believed it to be just a legend. In North America, the name Onark became just a name for a spooky entity in campfire stories.

The boy was returning to Mount Severt after four years home. He had to return to the village without the wooden eagle pendant from the hunter. Dikar as his father wanted The hunter had told him since his first year that he had no talent for hunting. He had loud steps, a slender body and a stutter.

After that year he left the main hunter's hut. Then walk north across the forest border to the old shaman's cave in the east. A cave with red paintings and the smell of herbs. She taught him many things. Both seances Science of prophecy Communicating with the forces of nature and the individual gods that protect it.

She tells of the ancient forest gods who lived before other gods. Talking about the Fallen Lord The Sleeper and the Dreamer tell of the forgotten Nanunini. Amarok the Wolf Lord Ighaluk, the moon god who chases the sun across the sky. Sedna, Lady of the Seas, and Shila, the Goddess of the Wind.

He studied until he received a wooden pendant carved in the shape of a whale from an old shaman. And he left Now he no longer needed to wear a bear fur coat. The weather is his friend. He will never be cold again. The wind is a close relative. The forest is like brothers in the chest. And the ocean is like a mother who gives life. The entire village pointed their fingers at him from the moment he entered the village.

Gossip about the chief's son being sent to study for four years. In his hand, instead, he held a stone spear like Father had wanted. Instead, he held a staff carved from a pine branch. Along the staff were feathers and animal fangs hanging beside a whalebone flute. He was not clothed in the wolf fur of hunter honor. He was wearing only old sealskin pants.

His father stood beside his mother in front of the hide hut. He walked proudly towards his father and did not say a word. Kneeling in front of his sulking father Put your walking stick down and your head pressed against the snow. He heard his mother sobbing. At that moment, Father's war staff came crashing down hard on his head, shattering his skull.

His brains spilled out onto his father's feet. It splashed onto the faint red cheek of her mother. His father shook off the mountain lion skin robe and walked into the hut. And that evening The entire Onark clan made a big decision. They all moved away from Mount Severt. Leaving only the body of the shameful son who dared not study as his father ordered.

And that night, the blue moon shone brightly over the boy's corpse. His blood continued to flow without stopping even after death. It engulfed his body, turning it black under the moonlight. Suddenly, a white deer with antlers as big as a branch walked slowly out of the forest. It approached the young man's corpse. He lowered his proud head and drank the child's blood.

And immediately its head was torn off. It fell next to the remains of the boy's head. Snow fell on the deer's head and began to melt the flesh, revealing a pale white skull. In the shadows of the moonlight, an old shaman stepped out from the blowing wind. She walked slowly. He bent down and picked up a deer skull from the ground. Then he sat down next to the body of the young man he had taught for three years.

She pulled out what was left of his skull and replaced it with the skull of a majestic animal. She pulled out the remaining brain from the boy's skull and put it into the deer's head. He smashed his skull into dust with both hands and poured it over the boy's back. She took off the feathers and fangs from her staff and wrapped them around the antlers.

The old shaman took out a knife and cut open his back. Insert the whalebone flute into the spine. She got up and disappeared from the clearing in the shadows of the moonlight. The boy's body was left in the middle of the white snow. His body was buried in snow for months. Until the night of the equinox When the snow melts All that was left was a black figure. withering boy

But then the figure moved and rose from the snow pile into a new body, gaunt, pitch black, and tall. Above his expressionless black face were large antlers filled with feathers and fangs. The young shaman has returned from the dead. His eyes turned bloodshot as blood flowed from the wound where his father hit his cane. He looked around with red eyes.

Breathe in the magical scent of the air. Raising his emaciated arms, he grabbed the wind and disappeared from the top of Mount Severt.

Chief Burn Noark camped at the foot of Mount Enuina. After traveling for many months, the tribe had still not found a place as fertile as the Severt Mountains. The tribal chief sighed as he sat beside a small stream. In his hand was a wooden necklace carved with the image of an eagle. Brown eyes peered out from the painted face. He thought to himself.

When my father ordered me to study to be a hunter I never questioned or resisted. When my father told me to cut down a pine tree with just one blow of the axe, I didn't ask any questions. I slammed the ax down. It was torn from the stump and fell. Why, my child? Why don't you do as your father orders? The chieftain woke up from his thoughts when he heard the sound of a flute playing in the forest and stood up when he heard a scream coming from the north of the camp.

He grabbed his spear and leaped like a deer. Straight to the screams He found a pool of blood. When he looked at the pine tree next to him, This tree grew over a strange clear black stone sculpture. It swallowed most of the sculpture into the wood. Something emerged from the wood like a two-way flute made of stone. On the bark of the tree was the seal of the Fallen God, drawn from blood. and above

Hajawi's body was pinned to a tree high up. The clan leader took a good look at the figure. and found that she was not crucified But her body was almost one with the tree. Long hair spread like parasitic roots, wrapped around the pine tree, hands, feet, and skin. Blended into one with the wood. Her entire body was filled with colors like the multi-colored pollen of a flower nestled in her bright red flesh.

Her eyes widened in fear and her face twisted in pain. Surrounding her body was a smell and a sense of terror, as if Seluimina Hell had appeared before her. As the chieftain was stunned by the horrifying sight, villagers following Hajawi's screams began to arrive.

The chief's wife arrived first. The way she looked at her sister's corpse was one of fear and other emotions that could not be explained. She fell on her husband's shoulder and began to sob. The villagers who arrived were equally shocked. When they returned to the camp After consulting with each other, it was concluded that no other beast could cause such horror.

They wanted to move their campsite further away. But the tribal leader disagreed. He ordered the tribespeople to set up guard duty and forbid anyone from going anywhere alone. The chief ordered a few men to carry Hajawi's body down from the pine tree. And then the night began to come. A pale blue moon appeared above the sky and the true terror began.

The person sent to bring the body down disappeared. and the children The tent also disappeared. with suspicion The chief ordered them to wait until morning to begin the search. And when the tribesmen began to shout and disagree A roar resounded in the forest. It was a growl but it was hoarse, almost like an animal moaning.

The tribal shaman who worshiped the hunting god Amensa knelt and prayed for protection in front of a fire that had been made behind a partially destroyed clear black stone sculpture. In the blink of an eye, a western wind blew. The fire was extinguished. And the old shaman's life also died. A head full of torn white hair fell to the ground.

The headless neck spewed out blood so high that it almost pierced the heavens and rained blood that tainted the tribesmen until their honey-colored bodies were dyed red. The tribespeople panicked and screamed to escape. But when they looked around The camp saw no forest or trees. They found a tall mist that almost reached the tops of the pine trees. In the blink of an eye, the mist shone with a bright red light, and in the cloudy light of the ruby ​​red mist, a tall, thin human figure appeared with its arms parallel to its body.

On its head there were wide antlers. and his eyes flashed a bright red color. The tribesmen screamed even more when they saw that shadow. And the screams became even louder as the light disappeared along with the sound of something running through the mist. The hunter Kinakumma showed his bravery and ran towards the mist with a stone spear. But when he stepped into the mist There was the sound of the wind ruffling the air.

The brave hunter's body was motionless. The figure slowly turned around. Revealing a blood-soaked skull. His face disappeared as if it had been severed. But the eyes in the skull kept rolling. Lipless jaws moved against each other as if trying to speak. One of the tribesmen pointed to a body covered in blood. making everyone see that under the hunter's jaw

A withered, completely black hand held it. slowly move up and down And the dead hunter spoke his last words. “Your fate...is only death.” The black hand loosened. Kinakumma's body stood erect. It raised its head and let out the same roar and groan as they had heard before. The body twitched.

The blood vessels in the body swelled until they burst. But what came out was not red blood. Instead, it was a powder colored like pollen on Hajawi's body. Those colors began to grow on the body like drops of blood in a puddle. Before Kinakum's body quickly swelled onto the tribesmen. Kinakum used his clawed hand to slam into the throat of one of the hunters.

Blood gushed out from the wound before turning to the color of pollen that began to consume his body. Like moss growing on a log. The hunter began jerking like a kinakuma and pounced on a young woman. The chief raised his war staff and smashed it against Kinakuma's skull and slammed it again at Ngi-ne. Those figures were truly calm and dead.

The chief shouted orders for everyone to gather in tents and find weapons for self-defense. But the clan chief's order was interrupted by a roar. When they turned away They found three figures standing in front of the mist. The two men who had been ordered to retrieve Hajawi's body and Ms. Hajawi herself, at that moment, another flash of red light appeared in the mist.

And the shadow of the horned figure became larger than before and it was getting bigger and bigger. It was coming. The lifeless figures leapt like beasts. Swinging claws and fangs down the throats of Onarks. Those who were bitten did not die but were transformed into Tartars. Demon of the Underworld Who exists to add brutality to the world.

The mighty chieftain grabbed his wife's hand and ran out. War staffs pounded and fell on the heads of the Tatars, who hid in the wood-gathering tents. He put a rough hand over his wife's mouth to prevent her from crying. And when the terrible and painful cries of the Onarks were silenced,

A third red flash emerged from the mist before it dissipated as the bearded god Kosha opened the cloud chest and summoned it back. The black figure slowly moved into the camp. The Tatars began to search the huts. They walked past the wood-fired tents without any interest. The clan leader could almost smell the smell of blood from them, but the fishy odor of the blood was very fragrant.

Of spring flowers and the scent of winter breezes They walked in front, and behind them with long, skinny legs and bold steps was a tall, skinny black demon. Its hands were gaunt with long, sharp nails. It was carried by hand and dragged along the tent of animal skin. The clan leader saw his face through a small gap in the tent.

Eyes as red as rubies rested on the human's black expressionless face. Its antlers spread beautifully like branches. As he walked past the firewood gathering tent, the sound of a flute playing suddenly sounded. The Tartars began to twitch again. Their skin peeled off and turned into powder. It revealed muscular leaves and bones made from branches and vines.

Hair grew long and turned into white roots and green vines that blossomed in the blink of an eye. When the last dust of a human body dissipates in the wind All that was left was a human-shaped shrub filled with flowers. When the sound of the flute stops The demon looked up at the sky. Raise your hand and grab the east wind and disappear in a moment.

The chief looked out of the tent for reassurance before sighing and a hand resembling leaving his wife's mouth. She breathed heavily. They held hands before embracing. They could not see the shadow of the vast arms that surrounded the tent. The head with antlers moved back and forth in satisfaction. They didn't realize it until their red eyes opened and lit the wooden tent as red as hell, and a cold, hoarse voice sounded out, "Father, Mother."

The Clan Chief's eyes widened in fear as he heard his next words.

“To live forever is your destiny.”

And since then The Onark tribe disappeared from the face of the earth. There is no further evidence of their existence. But the remains of the Tatars still grow in the open fields near the foot of the mountain. And in the forest, there are still stories of a pair of white-skinned humanoid beasts that make travelers disappear into the shadows of twilight.

The group of Eternal Children who controlled that beast. A strange, deformed, clear black stone sculpture. And sometimes the disembodied sound of the flute would echo from the forest of Enuina all the way to the god-dwelling Mount Severt.