The Hunted

Changes

A piercing pain rings throughout my head, forcing my brain into consciousness. My body and mind are clashing between what seems real and what is not. My mind, though feels like it is fully conscious, won't let my eyes open to face the world. I feel my body laying down on the makeshift bed I had made but I cannot move at all. I can't hear either....

It is because I am here.

My mind reels at the prodding intrusion, spazzing in an attempt to force out whatever the voice was that spoke.

You will fail.

A woman appears, dark in her skin complexion and tall with curly long hair, she steps closer from the tips of her toes to the heels of her feet. Wearing a white dress covered in chains and jewelry she sways silently out of my minds fog and into the clearing that I feel trapped in.

I try to open my mouth to ask questions but not even my breath can come out.

I am the moon that the histories write about. Selene, Artemis, Hecate, Diana, Luna, Khonsu, Thoth, Iah, Sin, Nanna, Arma, and many others. I am a woman to some and man to those who wish it to be, I have no body, I have no voice. I am a healer, a soldier, a beacon for childbirth, a beacon of hope, a mother, a daughter, a light in darkness, I am Divinity. Your mind has altered my form into whatever kind of clay I can work with.

Your mind is my own now. Your soul is mine to aid, to evolve, and to use to my will. You will encounter change that will either break you or create you, you cannot stop it, and it has already begun. I am only speaking this to you because this will be more difficult for you than any other flimsy soul here. I have an enemy, I need an army, and you will lead them. Unfortunately, I only have souls... and I am giving you half of my own.

As well as a wolf.

I know this may all seem a lot to you, but if you've seen everything I have, then you'd simply not care what a mortal views on the matter. You aren't just some mortal. The other gods have classified you as a demigod, your actions will be watched by all. Remember that. Remember this pain, your morals, and who you are as an individual.

I claw at the ground as the voice settles into an uncomfortable feeling in my heart. Like drinking a ton of water and it gets trapped in your chest. The feeling is unwelcome but soon settles as there is a numbing that washes over me. The feeling no longer uncomfortable but still there, nonetheless. Tears fill my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I stare down at my hands as I breathe through whatever is happening to me.

This is maddening! Theres me but feels like there's more, a thought that wasn't mine that I feel being thought, a feeling that I am not controlling yet I feel just the same.

Fear, glee, anger, sadness, confusing, power, love, denial, acceptance, all clashing together in an unorganized symphony that sounds like an explosion of distasteful music. The fog rolls in with tides of water that lap at my hands and knees and the light that followed the moon goddess brightened. Pulling my gaze from the ground she fades into a ball of light, large, with craters....

My eyes widen in realization that before me, sitting in gentle water, is the moon staring right back at me. The fog has now cleared and all that's left is the moon and me. I tear my eyes away from her... him... it? And glance back down at myself in my reflection.

A white wolf stares back.