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NameworthyTelic hung his mighty head in despair when he heard of the grim news

A beast, in my likeness? he exclaimed with despair seeping into his harshsyllables

But whatever can I do? he raised his clawed paws to the darkening skies

Asif searching for the answer in the sparkling stars

The deep silence echoed back, as grim and empty as he was,

Sounds of the awakening night seeped into this one sided talk as

Noteworthy Telic sat down to contemplate, no more asking after the help thatwould not come

If the merry people of the forest take this beast to be I, he whispered

Then who am I? What makes me? Am I no longer Noteworthy Telic?

And my great deeds no more?

Atthat moment there came gentle rustling of the leaves

That made the strong bear jump to his feet and let out a nighty roar

Who goes there! he exclaimed, ready to tear down enemy after enemy

It is no wonder they call Telic “The Nameworthy”

Agentle she-bear emerged from behind the thick bushes, confidence clear in thesureness of her steps

Nomore than half his girth was she, nor as tall as he

Butthe way she carried herself made it clear she was as strong as a bear can be

Eventhough you are not so sure yourself, she said, her voice deep and thick, I knowwho you are,

Don’tlet the beast take over you the way he took control over this forest, justbecause you look alike

Shelooked as grim as he under the pale moonlight, her cunning blue eyes bright

How?Nameworthy Telic asked, how could you know?

Theshe-bear smiled a sad smile in return and silence returned but for a briefmoment

Iused to run with his pack, she whispered, voice as quiet as the night,

Whenshe raised her head to look him in the eyes, her round face was as bright asthe shining stars

Butno more, no more

Socome with me, Nameworthy Telic, run with me,

AndI will be the ally that walks with you, and hunts with you

Knowthat you are not alone, Nameworthy Telic, that we are plenty

Thebeast’s existence will no longer continue