Moladion....how you have changed. I don't understand how everything could have just been swept clean and changed so completely it was if I had blinked and everything I had ever loved was gone. I must familiarize myself with this...new Moladion, until I know it better than I knew the old one. A sigh leaves my lips as I gaze into the caves with something akin to...weariness. I'm not as young as I once was that was for damn sure, though I haven't lost any of my skill or power, and I like to think my reputation still keeps with the Angel King and the pack I had left. I know that he wouldn't have given up faith in me so easily, just as I haven't in him. Maybe even Brooke....remembers me. She had always been kind to me, yet nice to everyone she had been indeed, so it was normal not any special treatment. In silence I stand and reminisce something I had rarely used to do. It seems that even I am susceptible to changes.
Many had lost something from the day fire rained down from the sky, the day of fire and fallen stars and of death. The day lives were cut short, families were ripped apart and legacies were ended. That day was surely the one chosen by fate to teach us a lesson. To show that none of us were invincible, that none of us can truly defy what fate has planned for all of us. It made us lose what we cared about most, and for me it had been my two children. At first I had almost been content to perish under the fire rained down, but Luna had made sure that wasn't an option. She treated me almost like a pup, sinking her fangs in deep and dragging me. After a while I re-awoke to my senses and we ran for all we were worth as the bodies singed around us. I never once thought that I may find them all together again. It's strange, the very notion. How can I know they're the same if I myself am not?
I have that tingle in my senses telling me that I am not alone. My ears twitch and I think I hear something, the fur along my shoulders beginning to bristle but that is as far as it got. I might as well figure out what or who it is, and my fur smoothes over again as I let my nerves fade off, and I turn my head to maybe see if I can glimpse what may be around. I don't see anything so my ears swivel, head tilting as I try to catch any sounds whoever it is may make. Nothing comes to my hearing. I shake my fur out and give out my solemn staring into the caves, there are no answers there. Nothing but darkness and silence and more questions. I don't need to just keep getting questions in answer to my origional ones. My ears twitch and I hear pawsteps and a throat clearing, I turn to face the stranger with my expressionsless mask in play. Diveen...the angels..and Heyel. "I can lead you back home young one. I believe I know the way."
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