An Origins Story -Snow's Perspective

Chapter Three- Why?

I lay on the ground in pain whimpering when I make the slightest of movements. I lay there for a few minuets wondering whether I should try to heal myself by wrapping my wounds or just lay there. I decided to accept my fate once again and layed there hoping the pain would end soon.

I see a small fuzzy figure coming towards me. It sits down and puts there hand hovering over my wounds.
'What?' I tryed to say but I just seemed to stare at it. I start feeling a sort of stinging pain where my deadly wounds once where. My vision started to come back and I could see that the figuer was a small female bat.

They were the closest of my kinds alies, but I thought all of them were wiped out. One species of us were normally called an origin, but some of us call it species for the sake of the humans that keep calling us that.

Once she had healed me, she looked drained. Her powers must be too much for her body to handle.

I looked at the small bat confused 'Why would a bat heal me? I know we are close alies but why would she drain herself for me?'

"I am the last of the bat origin, my name is Ant" said the tiny figure

"I am Snow" I said as politely as I possibly could "I am the alpha of the Wolfkins"

She found my title funny, I could tell by the smirk on her face.

"Well I'm glad your okay" Ant says in relief

The small creature could barely keep herself standing upright. I looked at her wobble slightly, she looked like she would collapse at any moment. So we had to find a place for her to rest.

"Could I stay?" Ant said weirely

"Well of course" I replied gently, beginning to walk towards the more lively hill which wasn't far. I kept an eye on the small bat "Make yourself comfortable"

"Thank you" she replies as she lays down on the large flat rock.

"I'll be just over there" I say pointing to a large oak tree in the middle of a field five meters away. "You can try to sleep now"

"Okay" Ant says, sitting down and laying her head on her knees.

"You'll be safe with me" I say quietly

I start to walk over to the spot where I had pointed to, and sit under the oak tree, which stood firmly on the top of a hill. It's sloping lawn was just like the hills I used to run down when I was a kid. I lean back and look up at the leaves and close my eyes. The tree is one of the last remaining sources of life on this horrible dying world. I could barely remember a time when trees like this grew so freely. They served a purpose, sure, but now? They're just here, slowly dying.

As I sit under the tree, I reminisce about a time when the world was really different.
I can remember it so clearly, so much is vivid in my mind. I remember holding hands with my mother, as I ran through the meadows. My father was laughing behind me chasing us, as my mother pulled me away from my father playfully with my brothers, also catching up behind us.

I decided to check up on Ant, I liked the name, because she was tiny. I remember being scared of the dark, so many things were scarier than the dark. There was a time my mother screamed and I jumped out of my bed. There was a time I saw a goblin raiding party, I stayed up all night waiting for them to come back and tell.

Now? I'm one of the last of my kind. The only thing that's keeping me going is that you're slowly healing. I'm sure that the cold would never let up. Perhaps it's growing colder as I approach death, or perhaps that's my imagination playing with my mind again. Either way, I'm slowly starting to thaw out.

"Snow..." Ant says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" I reply finally comeing out of my head and into the real world

"I can't... Feel my feet."

"I-"

I'm not going to be able to help her if I freeze to death. With that in mind, I get up slowly.

"I'm... Cold."

I pick her up and walk over to a cave where there is a small flickering fire.

"Thank you," Ant says, as I carry her to the cave.

I place her down on the ground, where she lies and stares at the cave wall. I sit down beside her and stare at the cave wall, hoping to get some sleep.
"G-give me your hand."

I tell Ant "I'll make my hand a paw so it's a bit warmer for you"

Ant's paws are much softer than my paws. I move my claws on her fur, trying to get to her skin as quickly as possible.

"I'm so cold."

"Shh, it's working. It'll be warmer soon."

Ant's breathing slows as she drifts off to sleep.
I soon drifts off to sleep and I pull Ant closer to my chest. I stare at the cave wall, hoping for sleep to reach out its claws and grab you. I need sleep if I'm going to be able to keep Ant alive tomorrow.