She was just 5 years old and she was all alone in the big forest. The forest was truly big. It stretched on for miles, and under the
canopies of trees it was as dark as night except in the very noon of the day. This was the forest in which she dwelled for the
first few years of her life, as when she was only a baby she was abandoned in the ocean and rescued by a noble dolphin. This
dolphin’s name was Dolphy, as assigned by the girl herself once she was a few years older. Dolphy took her by the cloth she was
wrapped in, and swam to the shore to leave her there. The lucky baby was found by a pack of wolves, who by the magic of the world
did not have a beastial nature. Rather than devouring the child, the mother wolves nursed her and kept her safe, like in the
legend of Romulus and Remus. She was cold from the ocean but the wolf cubs curled around her, keeping her warm.
So for the next four and a half years of her life, she ran about the forest with the wolves, clothing herself in skins from
deer carcasses. She ran with the rest of them, learning how to dart around silently. She consumed the same raw meat as the wolves
did, and also had tart berries. This way of living may seem impossible for such a small girl, but she was not of human nature,
and she did not perish.
It was not until one beautiful spring, when many of the creatures in the forest had young offspring, that the girl found a new
family to belong with. She was alone at the time, searching for berries away from the pack. She encountered a small family of
wolverines consisting of a male, a female, and three small cubs. They were a formidable group, each with a silky brown coat, beady
black eyes, and a sharp set of fangs. She was not afraid, as not even the predators of the big forest had ever harmed her. Only
the wolves had ever been harmed by any creature. This was the primary reason she knew she was not a true wolf, besides the
obvious physical dissimilarities.
She called out to the wolverines, trying to communicate with them. Five of them looked at her in curiosity, and the adult male
approached her, making sounds back to her. She therefore deemed her attempt to communicate a success.
What took her by great surprise was the wolverine’s transformation. His silky coat began to stretch, and his head began to
twist in all sorts of directions. His arms and legs stretched endlessly, and the fur grew back into the skin. A terrifying sight it
was, and the girl began to run, but there were footsteps behind her sounding in a strange rhythm. She looked behind her and there
was not a wolverine but a man. Never having seen a man before and being still afraid, she continued to run, darting behind trees
and into every hidden alcove just as she learned how by living with the wolves.
After a long while, she and the man finally encountered each other again, and he spoke in some strange language. The girl had
never learned any language whatsoever. Despite her original fright, she assumed that this unknown creature was peaceful. After
all, he appeared to be of the same species as her, something of which she had never encountered.
The man sat down in the clearing, and she sat across from him, eyeing him with curiosity and wariness. He showed her something
in his hand, a crumbling piece of something - bread. And he continued to speak.
“Here, child,” he told her. “Take this, it is food to nourish you. What are you doing alone in this forest? Come back to my
cabin where you will be safe.”
Though she did not understand a word of what he said, she took the bread and consumed it, finding that it was sweet and good.
When the man beckoned, she followed him, and she followed him all the way back to where he lived. Somewhere along the way, the
rest of the wolverines joined up with the two of them and they all walked back together. It was the last that she saw of her wolf
pack for an amount of time, for the cabin was miles away from where she had first been found.
The man who took the girl in was in his forties. He took it upon himself to be a sort of father to her, as she appeared to have
no family in the whole world. How she had survived in the first place was a mystery to him. He named her Nova. In the night,
she often stayed awake to stare at the stars, so it was an appropriate name. His own name was Constantine.
As to the other wolverines that had been with him, they were his cursed wife and children. Out of them, he was the only one
who could transform back into a human being.