Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter III Prophecy of Dark days

That... Was... Strange! My heart kept beating at a speed it never reached before. Not like this. It was different. My legs shook and my mouth refused to close for a little while. It just hanged open, with the blood of that wolf. I ran to the nearest river and washed my paws, my jaws, everything. I refused to leave any of my fur stained or let that disgusting taste linger any longer on my tongue.

It wasn’t like the battles as before. I… never took the life of another. What has gone through my mind at that moment? It was all too confusing now for me. It was like everything inside of me turned off and I did it. After that day, it is hard to sleep and it is as if everything lost purpose. Touching the very ground beneath my paws was meaningless. As if I am bigger and stronger than anything in the world. I don’t feel. In fact.. It has been extremely easy to do that. Even if it was against all of my believing. Then it came to my head. If I had put them here, I could take them as well. All was finally clear to me.

I had the power to do anything and to make them pay, to make them really know who they have angered, they will receive a few more messages from me. Those who call themselves angels.
My big ivory form rested under a tree, letting my mind wonder. It has been truly agitated for the past few days and a rest is well deserved. Eyes focused on the lake far ahead. It was a nice day. Not too warm and not too cold.