Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter III Prophecy of Dark days

Why ever did this thing rain down on cold days and stopped the real rain from spilling down? It was annoying and really terrible. It mixed well with my white coat, but my muzzle and paws did not go with it. That is terrible. But in the middle of my annoyance I hear a young voice coming from close by. It was very familiar, but I couldn’t tell how or from who. My memory is perfect and never you dare to think about my age at these times. It has nothing to do with this. It is somewhat changed and there was this faint hint that reminded me of the rains and a cuddly feeling that keeps clinging to me horribly so. Warm and cute…

My big form turns together with my head to look. The wounds from the past were already healed and well hidden by my coat. My form was well back to full glory. Well perhaps a few little flaws on my fur that showed the healed wounds, but nothing terrible to look at.

She looked at me and those duo colored eyes combined with that smile were enough to bring back that weakness. It touched me and warmed my every muscle. I smiled back and approached her gently.

-Inanna!

My neck would wrap around hers in a wolfish godly hug, keeping her close and allowing myself to feel her smaller frame. She… She was so small. I remember her between my front paws in a sweet fluff ball.

- Look at you! - I took a step back to look at her - You’ve grown up so much!

I told her gently. I felt pride growing.

- It’s been so long.

She has managed to mark me. Through my plans and things I found myself thinking about her. Worried for where she was and how she was. All those storms, while summoning my powers and tearing the sky I could remember that warm feeling. I would lie my head on my paws and find myself missing that warm pillow. Right now I find myself in a loss of words. Happiness and pride only grew and kept me in awe. If anything in this world had made me weak, it was her and I don’t care anymore about how stupid it made me feel. Especially now.

- How have you been?

You don’t know how empty that cave feels without you. Watching the storms has never been the same.