Strength In Unity

Chapter 6: Nightmare

In his own sleeping arrangement, Kirscher the wolf commander tossed and turned, his breathing pattern changing constantly as he struggled in his sleep.

The wolf boss stood in Gongman city, near where the tower had collapsed and several buildings crushed. Walking along the destruction, the wolf looked around, seeing many villagers staring at him with both shock and fear in their eyes. The wolf paid little attention to them, heading toward the Gongman Jail. Pushing open the doors to the prison, the wolf stepped inside, checking for danger near every corner.

Reaching the main area of the jail, the wolf stopped suddenly, his eye growing wide.

There, before him in the middle of the jail floor was a young wolf pup, yipping and playfully growling as he wrestled with a small white peacock in a white robe. The wolf stepped closer as he watched the two play fight along the floor, rolling over one another, laughing and giggling together. The young peacock would bat at the pup with his wings as the small canine giggled and chomped down on the bird's long tail feathers, earning a yelp of surprise from the bird as he smacked the dog on the head.

The wolf clamped his eye shut, he was watching his previous memories of himself alongside his childhood friend Shen. Biting his lip, the war veteran wolf shook his head. The happiness he heard from both his younger self and Shen was all too familiar, looking over he watched as the bird introduced the young cub to small fireworks, the cub immediately jumping back as he watched the small sphere spin and sparkle, only to be comforted by the white bird, telling him it was something fun not scary. Kirscher had been scared of fireworks when he was little, he'd only had Shen to show him how to be careful and avoid getting hurt.

Suddenly the room went dark, Kirscher whipped around, trying to see something, anything around him, but all that circled the dog was pitch black darkness.

He was alone, all by himself, his pack gone, the children, all had dissipated into nothing.

Without a sound, something struck the wolf, knocking him off his feet and to the floor. Snarling the wolf instinctively snapped at anything within five feet of him, what had struck him? Who was with him?

A very cool yet menacing clicking of metallic talons soon answered his question.

"Shen" He growled. The bird silently approached him, donning his white robe with several black burn marks in his feathers, his beak scarred along the left side of his face.

"Hello old friend." He said lightly as he whipped his foot across the wolf's face, smacking him hard and knocking him on his back.

"Y-You! You're dead."

"Oh clearly that's not true is it?" The bird said with his ever clear smirk across his beak, The wolf gulped as he shifted backwards as the bird came closer.

"You disobeyed me Kirscher."

"Don't call me that! You don't get to use my name! EVER!" The wolf snarled angrily, The bird leaped in the air and landed with a foot grasping the wolf's neck. The one eyed wolf gasped as he felt his air being cut off by the peacock's sharp talons, just a fur coat away from digging into his throat.

"I let you lead my army Kirscher, and yet you give me nothing but disappointment."

"THAT'S A LIE!" This earned a stronger grip on his throat, he could feel the cold steel beginning to break his skin as the bird stared down at him with an arrogant stare.

"You're so weak, unable to serve you're simplest of duties."

"You wanted to kill my clan!"

"Do you want to know why? Would it ease you're mind if I told you?" The wolf managed a slight growl as the bird leaned in close to his face.