In a far away place, in the time before men etched their wisdom into stone, before the sun knew the limits of its course and the moon grew shy of the night, there was a land of whispers known as Eldruin, a world nestled between the edge of twilight and the very bosom of chaos. The creatures of this land moved in the shadows, their fates bound to cosmic forces far greater than themselves. Among these beings was a Warg named Savaar, a monstrous wolf with eyes like molten silver and fur blacker than the void between stars.
Savaar was unlike any other Warg. While his kin hunted the endless plains and ravaged forests with wild abandon, Savaar's mind stirred with unquiet thoughts. He felt the pull of something ancient, a forbidden knowledge whispered from the darkest corners of existence. For in those days, knowledge was not for mortal beasts nor men but for the gods and the titans who wove the world's foundations. It was said that to touch such knowledge was to unravel the mind, to condemn oneself to an existence between madness and omnipotence. Yet Savaar could not resist the call.
Legends tell that at the heart of Eldruin stood the Temple of Severance, where the Veil of Worlds hung thin, a gateway to the Vault of Knowledge. Guarded by beings known only as the Wardens of the Silence, this place was sacred and accursed, forbidden to all living creatures. But the Veil whispered to Savaar, promising power over life, death, and fate itself. And so, it began - the War for the Birth of the Forbidden Knowledge.
The war was not of armies clashing on plains or kings riding into battle. No, it was a war waged in the spirit and soul, a battle between the Warg's hunger for understanding and the guardians of cosmic balance. Savaar journeyed across the Endless Wastes, through forests where the trees wept blood, and across mountains whose peaks pierced the very heavens. His bones ached, his mind frayed, but the whispering knowledge guided him, twisting his heart and making him crave more.
It was not long before the gods took notice. Morrigale, the Keeper of the Stars, a goddess with raven's wings and eyes of endless night, descended from her high throne. She stood before Savaar in a vale of mist, her voice as cold as the void between galaxies.
"Turn back, Warg. The path you walk leads to madness and ruin. The knowledge you seek is not meant for mortals, nor even for gods. It is the essence of creation itself, and to claim it will unravel the fabric of reality."
But Savaar, now more beast than ever, growled and snarled. "I am no mere mortal. I am Savaar, Warg of Eldruin, and I will no longer cower before powers I cannot understand. The world is chaos. I seek to know its truth."
Morrigale, seeing the burning silver in his eyes, knew she could not turn him from his path. "So be it," she whispered, and with a sweep of her wings, she vanished, leaving Savaar alone once more.
At last, Savaar reached the Temple of Severance. Before him loomed the Wardens of the Silence - beings older than time itself, faceless and formless, guardians of the Vault. Their voices echoed like the shifting of the cosmos as they spoke in unison.
"You seek what none can bear, Warg. The Vault contains the First Words, the breath of the universe. No mind can hold such knowledge without breaking. Step no further."
But Savaar, consumed by the madness of his quest, leaped forward with a roar that shook the heavens. His claws, once tempered by wisdom, now struck with savage fury. The Wardens resisted, but they were not beings of violence; their strength was in their patience, their endurance. Yet Savaar's hunger for forbidden knowledge was a force beyond reckoning. The battle that ensued was a clash of will and spirit, a tearing of the Veil that bound the worlds together.
With every blow, the fabric of reality itself began to unravel. Stars blinked out in the sky. The rivers of time, once steady and unbroken, began to twist and loop back upon themselves. And still, Savaar fought, until with a final, desperate lunge, he shattered the Wardens and tore open the Veil.
There, within the Vault, lay the First Words, the essence of creation's spark. Savaar, breathing heavily, his form barely holding together, gazed upon the knowledge he had long sought. The whispers were no longer faint but screamed into his mind like a storm.
And as he touched the First Words, all of creation trembled.
Savaar saw everything - the birth of stars, the rise and fall of empires, the slow decay of the universe itself. Time unfolded before him in every direction, past, present, and future. He saw the shape of the gods, the foundation of reality, and the darkness that lay beyond it. But with the knowledge came the curse. His mind shattered like glass beneath the weight of infinity.
In his agony, Savaar howled - a sound that echoed across all worlds, across all time. The Warg's form twisted and morphed, no longer bound to one existence. He became a being of the between, neither fully alive nor dead, neither god nor beast. The Veil he had torn was now part of him, and through him, the world began to fall apart.
But just as Savaar's mind was lost to the eternal void, Morrigale returned. In her hands, she held a fragment of light - the last remnant of creation's first dawn. She cast it upon Savaar, binding him in chains of starlight, locking his broken form between the folds of time.
"Savaar," she whispered, "you sought to know too much. Now you will become the guardian of that which you wished to claim. You are no longer of this world or any other. You are the Warden of Lost Dawn, bound to the Vault you tried to conquer."
And so it was that Savaar, the Warg who once sought the forbidden knowledge, became its eternal prisoner. Locked between worlds, he guards the First Words, a warning to all who seek the power of the gods. His name is whispered in shadows, and his legend told only in hushed voices, for to speak of Savaar is to invoke the terror of what lies beyond the edges of understanding.
And so ends the legend of the Warg of Lost Dawn, whose hunger for knowledge reshaped the fabric of existence and became a curse upon the world. Let it be remembered that some truths are not meant to be known, and that even the mightiest can be undone by their desire for forbidden knowledge.