Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter I The life of Voltaire
Ivory form laying on the ground with deep annoyance. Pupil-less eyes staring straight ahead as my head rested on my paws. Questions floated in my head in an insistent attempt of ruining my day. As it is, my day has already been ruined. For the weather itself in such a distasteful season and the fact that no wolf seemed to understand the meaning of my presence among them. Two packs now had managed to turn me away for reasons unknown to me. One of them told me that the mountains get their fair of lightning in summer storms. She just ignored the truth and refused to believe in my words. Almost the same happened within the pack of forests. The alpha seemed too tired to accept me within his pack and I don’t know but I kind of feel that he too doesn’t believe me.

Why is it so hard to believe that the power of thunder is mine. That I do indeed control lightning. It’s just so normal to me and the wolves who followed me as their alpha. Why is it not so simple to them here? And why did they want the proof of my powers so badly? Did they really need me to cast thunder just to show them who I really am? It is not so simple to cast as they think. It tires me in a way a fight could not. My powers are limited in my mortal form and I promised. I will never use thunder to harm another living being. No matter how faithless they were, no matter how they insisted to turn the lord of the heaven away.

A soft growl emanating from my chest. My eyes insisting to close and try once more to rest in the peaceful afternoon. I rested near a pond, hearing the soft sound of water beside me. In a vain hope that the sound would sooth my mind. Well. It was worth the try.