Silver Moon

In a Dream

That night, I slept to the sound of the young wolves. Each call brought me closer to sleep, and the young wolves did not realize that tomorrow was the first of two moons of the month, and that each wolf would let a least one howl into the night sky. I was going to let my music swirl through the halls tomorrow. I dreamt my moon dream.

I was in the forest, near the bottom of a side mountain, not named, as it blended along with the rest of Zephira's mountain range. I heard the growls and snap of wolves, but I felt no fear. They could not see me or harm me. As I walked along, I found the one that sent a pulse resounding throughout my chest. Standing outside, the alpha wolf looked on his territory. There was always this look in his eyes, as someone took away what he needed to enjoy life, and the results were an empty shell. Moving among the rocks was a breeze. I came to stand in front of him. His fur was dark silver, and gave an ethereal glow to him. Perching on a rock next to him, I turned in the direction he was looking at. You could just see, from this angle, the castle. My castle. He growled in pain and remorse, and I looked curiously at him. I could understand his movements and growls, as if they were my second language. I wished to ask him why he was sad, but every time I tried, my voice was silent. I was only here in my dreams. Moving away, the silver wolf retreated to the cave. How I wished to talk to him! As I moved silently, I came to a leisurely stroll. Nothing was happening among the wolves. Then a male wolf came racing up the ledge, breathing heavily as if he ran a great distance. He started to growl and heaves his head around at the black wolf that guarded the silver wolf's cave. I waited, hoping to see my silver wolf again. It was such a rare occasion to see him, and twice in one night would be fantastic. I saw the black wolf enter, and my hopes of seeing the silver wolf again diminished. I had never been able to enter the cave, as hard as I tried. A great growl came from the cave, ad it sounded to me as angry, yet also hopeful. The silver wolf came bursting out, with the black wolf barking at his heels. Spinning around, the silver wolf stared directly at the black wolf. Moving closer, I started to translate the conversation. The black wolf was talking about a girl, a girl in a castle, with silver hair and grey eyes. The silver wolf was saying to not rush in, yet the happiness in his voice was not mistaken. Wait, they were talking about me. I was the girl with the white hair and grey eyes. I started to hyperventilate, and wonder why the wolves were talking about me, especially my silver wolf. Did he see me? More talking ensued, but rushed and pushed, and all I could decipher was "second moon”, "birthday" and "transform”. A burly brown wolf then interrupted the two wolves, and they both went back to the cave. I had had enough of wolf territory, and wanted to figure out why the second moon mattered, why my birthday mattered, and why was I going to transform something? I knew that the second moon fell on my birthday, and that every birthday made me more sensitive to the moons power, but I had no reason to transform something. What was happening? I still sat on a rock near where the wolves had talked, and stared out until Sophia would wake me up and let me think.

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