Life is harsh and rough and yet I will find myself enjoying it. I was born into this world to give them all a run for their money, and to show them just how mortal they are. However I will need to survive this ordeal first, because I may be able to think some thoughts but my eyes remain closed. I am much too small. And yet, small or not I will refuse to let fate's cruel paw hold me down. I heard my mother speak my name and of my purpose here in life, my prophecy and my legacy.

Osiris. My name, it is what she has managed to leave me with. I know that I will grow to be the perfect blend of both my parents, a perfect deadly meshing of two different wolves, as well as the remnants of something that has died and gone away forever. As well as the remaining whisper on the lips of the moonlight goddess. I lay as a lonely damp curled up black ball of fluff, somewhat stunned as if I realized my mother was crying. The scent of the monsters lingered, and forever it will remain in my memory even if the memory itself does not. My mother is gone now and my father is dead, I know that one day mother will return, because she knows what she is doing. She may be crying but she knows. And so the black silver grey speckled ball of fuzz waits. Yes I am waiting, for what may or may not come. To begin my life.