The gray light beyond the rain

short story (complete)

There he stood, in the rain only one man would appear. That was Raven Dijawa. I Alastair Diego always got what we would call, a bit of a dark side. No one in the Navajo knew why I would switch egos so quickly; I would go from kind to heartless in a second. There in the rain, we stood, looking up from our drenched black wool ponchos. Raven flew From Alastair's shoulder. He looped into crystal black stormy sky, and came back down. His claws reverting into feet, his black hair glistening.

Sen. Jai .ko . "Good morning". I said to raven furiously. He nodded slightly as if coming to notice my existence was preciously small. He turns to me with his bright honey eyes. Sen. jai ko poco. "Naughty one" had been his nickname for me since I was young. He felt the need to point out my dark side. Ever since I was young, people in my nation would tell me that transforming into a snow leopard was dangerous sign of evil. It was bishawa, a bad omen, and it marked relation to my great ancestor Alistair Tsonga. He was the evilest of all men, killing the great leader Leven Sion during the war, everyone was given a unique power, to transform into animals of all sorts. He was an outcast, he was the only one to transform into a snow leopard, causing everyone to think he was a den, a village monster. Forwardly thinking, I looked up into the sky, the black sky reflected in my dark blue golden eyes,

Jensai, I said shaking my head worriedly.

"You say there a storm? How silly you are! "You are just a bishawa ! " he said to me laughing heartily as if I was just a child who had asked him a ridiculous question that had been answered in repition each , with less patient than the last. Suddenly, a gray light struck the rain, People ran for covers. He lifted his pitchfork an struck the ground, Today, Alastair might end up being your leader , if he loses you will not listen to him, wont glance at him, won't ever acknowledge him , and obey me for as long as you are living on this ground of earth no flesh will leak, I will protect you." People looked up and nodded. A girl named Saipan, ran up to him and spoke.

"Don't underestimate him" she said warningly.

"Why? He is just a bishawa, nothing more nothing less" he said haughty with pride and anger.

Do not, she spoke again.

Why? I'm twice his size; I'm stronger than he is more valuable.

"Alastair Tsonga won because he was a mi, a man of inner strength", she replied calmly, taking his pitchfork.

He is nothing, raven said smirking, there's nothing you can do about it he added smugly.

Overcome with rage, I took the pitchfork and tried to stab him.

He took his bird form , and flew his iridescent beautiful black wings sparkling in the gray light. He struck the pitch fork this way and that, fighting me off, fending for himself. Until I took my snow leopard form. I caught him by his snout then let him go. Don't provoke him she warned . HA! Raven replied , this puny instrument is pathetic! He thinks he knows how to fight". I felt a strong evil like force overcome me, I grabbed the pitchfork with my paws and struck it into his heart. He fluttered to the ground, and transformed into a human once more. Afraid, with his wounded he began to whimper, but the forces inside me showed no mercy. I was sick of being the curse, the bishawa, it's time to end it all. "I was wrong about you." He replied. Ni? I shouted you think so after all this time. "Yes, my dear son , ki".That's when I noticed the strong curve of the wings, The glinting wicked grin. Ai, I said shocked desperately reaching for my brothers hand .AI , Ai please don't die , "Why did you do that? All those years I thought you were dead" I said. "I wanted to prove you worthy I came back after I was exiled. I asked mom never to tell you, and she would've gladly done that because I was a bishawa myself, I had to prove myself worthy. When people began to say you were this dishonorable creature, I had to defend you. Your soul was lead to the light ,you have proved your courage well". I'm proud" he said the pain gently blowing on.

He fell to the floor ,

And was dead once more.