Within the Cedar Forest of legend, the companions of Uruk sought their bounty. The guardian was nowhere to be seen initially. Wasn't he supposed to be some sort of hulking beast? Well, surely the two could draw him out by making clear the fact that the forest upon this mountain had intruders! What better way to do this than to topple and strip the trees, making all the ruckus of a tantruming child by an otherwise silent hearth? Yes, that did the trick! In actuality, the creature they sought could hear the rustle within this forest from a hundred leagues away, but it was simply... observing. When the trees were disturbed, a greater noise than falling trunks resonated from the mountaintop. It was Huwawa. Its roar was a flood cascading over the mountain, filling the forest. When a great shadow of a beast rose, one could see within its open maw. Its mouth was death, and its breath was fire. One could hardly describe its visage, but it was undoubtedly the terror of humankind as Gilgamesh was told.

Apparently, Enkidu had once been associated with this hulking beast, during their time in the wild. Upon that massive cranium was a circlet of flowers, once constructed by the younger Enkidu... It would soon be one of blood by the hands of its killers. This quest was for fame, for eternal glory in this world. There was no combat against this beast. Instead, there was an exchange of lies. Huwawa possessed multiple 'terrors' that made it a danger to humanity, so Gilgamesh thought to offer a suitable exchange for them. He offered an elder sister to be a wife, a younger sister to be a concubine, a water-skin of cool water, and some other objects. For Huwawa, created to be the 'perfect human' by foolish gods who thought evolution was necessary in the species, these things were of interest. Ah, but Gilgamesh did not truly have an elder sister. He had no younger sister. Any water-skin in his possession was his to drink from, just as the face of Huwawa leaning toward him to lend an ear would be his to strike with a mighty fist. These two came along with other men from the city of Uruk, who took this time to strip cedar from the forest and roll it downhill. These woods would not be exclusive to this forest; the gods needed nothing else kept from mankind. Just the same though, would this terror not wreak havoc on mortals after being robbed of the thing it guarded? Surely it would, but that would not be allowed. Reeling from Gilgamesh's initial strike powered by incredible mana, Huwawa was quickly reduced to a nonexistent problem by the blade of Enkidu rending its head from its body.

And so, humans would inherit cedar wood starting with Uruk, and Gilgamesh would be hailed as humanity's first hero for besting the creature they most feared. Both he and Enkidu returned to Uruk, victorious as they enjoyed the finest banquet this world had to offer. Finally, a Hero had been born. . .