"I'm afraid,"I whimpered.
"What?"
"I'm afraid," I said a little louder. It knew it. I'm weak and a coward. No doubting that now.
"Your not afraid," he assured me.
"Yes, I am!" I whispered.
"No, your not," he said again strongly. "Are you hurt?"
"Yes."
"Are you confused?"
"Yes! But you're not helping!"
"Last one: Do you feel lost?"
I nodded my head and let the tears stream down. I was a runt. Not worthy of being the Flame wolf. "Yes. I'm hurt, I'm confused, I am lost. And that makes me afraid."
"Nope. It does not. You're saying being hurt I your fear. You're saying being confused is your fear. You're saying being lost is your fear."
"That makes me weak! A coward! How am I supposed to save anyone like this!" I cried.
"You can be hurt, but you'll always heal. You can be confused, but you'll always re-focus. You can always be lost, but will always find a way out. Got it?"
I simply nodded.
"Good. Now we have some enemy butt to kick." -Canus and Kanine
This is a part I'm planning to put in an upcoming story. It was sounded pretty inspiring so I posted it. Thnx for reading!
