The Howl of Freedom
Prologue In the depths of night, where shadows creep, A howl rises from the soul’s deep sleep. Not of sorrow, nor of pain, But of a spirit that will not wane. It calls to the stars, it calls to the land, A cry for freedom, a desperate stand. The howl is not just a sound, a cry, But the voice of the wild, reaching the sky. Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild A young man named Leo, restless and wild, Felt a stirring within, untamed and defiled. In the city of stone, the world of steel, He longed for something more, something real. He walked through crowds with head held low, Tired of the noise, the endless flow. The world around him seemed so small, And he yearned for a voice, a clarion call. In the quiet of night, when all was still, He heard a sound that gave him a chill. A howl, long and deep, full of desire, A burning wish, a soul on fire. Chapter 2: The Journey Begins Leo left the city, left the cold streets, Following the sound on restless feet. Through f...