A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)

Chapter 5 - A Pack to rely on

A/N this story is rated as any age, though if you can please don't read until you understand what the mental trauma of his situation is... anyway for those who do want a lemon Go find a lemon tree. I've got exams going on, YAY 😩😤!!! This chapter is the start of the deep mental problems and regrets and painful memories... Enjoy

"Burn it." She told me. What we were looking at was a thin piece of steel with Admiral Phupa's invitation for my sister to go and join him at the hip. She had discovered it in her saddlebag half an hour ago. "You sure you don't want it so that you can kill him later on?" I said. The expression on her face showed an inner war of the want to kill the Admiral and wanting to never see him again. Eventually I threw it in, and she suddenly smiled. I could tell I had made the right decision. She came and jumped into my arms. "Thank you for choosing for me! I love you brother." Cammilla said happily. I put her down onto her bed and lay down on mine which was near by. I felt myself drifting off.

I see a sign that says I'm at the intersection of the boulevard of broken dreams and boulevard of grief. The wolf at my side looked familiar, too familiar. Another trick of my mind, I didn't know my enemy. Myself or the vultures. Am I the enemy? Or are they? I don't know. Am the enemy for not saving her when I could? I don't know. I feel like a monster, the selfish kind that would let others die instead of sacrificing myself. I do know what I need, a holiday from my dreamscape.

I started walking down the boulevard of grief. I saw all the sad families, there were definitely over 9000 different views of the different families of my victims over the last few years. The most heart breaking or all was seeing my wife crying her to sleep, she seemed to think that I had forgotten about her. Well that was probably what that smug guard had probably said, I felt so livid. My anger meter was hovering steadily between livid and ultimate angry killing machine, probably a bit foggy but it makes sense to me. I couldn't take it anymore, I turned around and hightailed it back to their intersection, this time going down the boulevard of broken dreams. I saw my dreams as kid. One of them was being a knight of the king, that lasted until I found out that the king was the reason that my parents had been killed. I saw my parents scolding me for wanting to take care of them, that dream was also shattered. As a young boy I had wanted to be a wolf-man or a werewolf I don't know which one it was. I saw my past self laughing and crying and doing all sorts of things. For years my only dream was to protect my wife, but I failed at that too.

I turned my feet around and walked back to the intersection. I choose to go into the wilderness find another boulevard, any boulevard but these two! I found the boulevard of hope, I started walking down towards the images and went further only to discover it served as the boulevard of crushed hope. I continued walking none the less. I got to the next intersection a while later. I saw the boulevard of life and the boulevard of death. I looked down both pretty sure that if I went down I either I would live of die.

I chose life, I didn't want my wife to be a widow and commit suicide or worse... I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I walked towards the light. My sister was crying on me. "You had turned blue. I thought you had died in your sleep. I don't want to lose you too, not after the boulevard of darkness." She cried into my shoulder. The shocked expression on my face was all she needed to see. "You had that dream too?" She said shocked. "Yes except I was at the boulevard of broken dreams and boulevard of grief. As well as the boulevard of hope and crushed hope, then finally the boulevard of life and death. I chose life because of you and my wife, I don't want you or her to feel responsible for my death." I stated with tears in my eyes. I looked up and saw that it was lunch time well I thought. "How long was I sleeping for?" "2 days." She said flatly.

Off we went to the wargs. My warg looked happy to see me. It looked at me with a piercing gaze. It seemed to know what had happened. Was it the wolf? I don't know. I still hadn't found what I had looked for, for the past year. Happiness. Happiness in the conflict of it all. It was all I wanted. I saw my sister climbing onto her warg only too fall off. I walked over to her, picked her up and put her on the warg. She looked angry and grateful at the same time.

It was at that moment that I noticed the strain on her conscious, I had caused it by not being there for her. The part that hurts the most is me, is her, is my wife... and with that a bunch of wolves walked into the camp. They looked hostile, yet friendly. Were they here because I'm a wolf-friend... or were they here to send a message. The lead wolf started to stare intently into my warg's eyes, as if they were communicating. My warg, Achilles, gave a grunt that I recognised as the follow me grunt. Did they want Achilles to be their leader? I didn't know until all of the cubs walked up to him and started to cuddle into his giant coat of white fur. The snow started to fall and i felt like the weight had been pulled off my shoulders. They couldn't track us in the snow. The wolves would also provide us with cover if the did find us in the end. I turned to see a black bear run right past me. The bear didn't seem to notice us at all. Which confused me completely. We continued in silence for another, a rustle in the bushes. "Rustle rustle, click click slide" I turned to see a bear limping in the the direction that we came from. "This is weird." I said. We crested the hill and saw something really weird...

A giant toad, and to top it all off it could speak.

A/N Here's a challenge, if you can guess what could happens next chapter you can make a request of any kind (within decency) have great week and I'll se you next time