I warred with them, oblivious to the outside world and those who would wander around me. My body was limp but still all I could do is continue fighting the beasts of my dreams. Sometimes they would harm me, beat me sometimes but I would not yield. They would win the battle but never the war. The world of darkness that I protected everyone else from. I hear someone saying my name, a most unusual phenomenon. No one had ever said my name, not ever, and to be honest I couldn’t truly remember if that was my name. I suppose it must be having heard the deep gravely sound of someone speaking it. My eyes snap open then at a howl then revealing the opalescent blues and the bright day sky. My body felt energized despite the restless sleep I always receive. I feel… pain. I remember then the fight with the demon the previous night? Nights? Gods how long had I been sleeping? I was ravenously hungry and my fur clung to the dirt I had fallen too and the distinct scent of blood was around me. My blood.

I let my gaze wander lazily towards a giant white- silvery figure one so similar to myself, large and familiar? Was I still dreaming? It had been so long ago that my eyes had found the black mask of my father longer than even my mother whose paws I hear thundering against the ground. I wish to move and slowly I pull my body from the ground splitting open my freshly gained chest and shoulder wounds, a tribute from my battle with the demon of past. I grunt my own deep tones grizzled much like the masked male that stood before me the one that I was fairly certain was my father.

He looked over me worried, had I called out in my sleep? Did my wars of battle in sleep echo into the real world? Why were they here anyway. I shake my head to make sure this is not a dream, too pleasant to be real I thought, but still I couldn’t help but look skeptically between the two white wolves that now gazed upon me.

”Mother?... Father? What are you doing out here?” I had no idea that I had traveled back into the lands of Moladion over the last few days when I had been awake, that I had found myself back in their presence only to endanger them. Right now though, I was safe, I was rested I could have peace, temporary though it was I was allowed this for now. I wondered if they knew of my purpose, my quest. Mother knew of my dreams but I had never told her the extent of them what I had come to know as my duty to this world, to them.

Perhaps they had come to find me, I am still uncertain if I am dreaming, perhaps I had failed and this was my reward. Peace. Peace at last.