~ I am a warrior.
I choose my own destiny.
No matter what i won't stop fighting.
I will stand tall.
I will walk through it.
I won't be afraid any more.
Please God give me all the strength.
I'll keep fighting till the end of my last blood drop.
I have no more fear.
Forgive me if i fall.
If i die don't cry look at the sky and say goodbye
~You died without fear,
Without second thought of the afterlife
Just so we could live
You were no warrior
You were a hero
A loving husband and father
A friend,
Your life may be gone
But the memory of you,
hall live on in our hearts
~The snow fell heavily onto the ground as a young girl with long, straight black hair ran.
She ran in her white moccasin boots as her soft blue eyes shined in the distance.
The feathers that were tied into her hair swayed behind her as she ran beside a pack of white wolves.
They ran beside her as she continued to run furiously.
Tears were flying from the side of her eyes as they floated past her hair and landed onto the ground.
The wolves howled as they ran, running faster then their own legs could carry them. She clenched onto her bow and arrow as she saw a huge cliff appear in the distance.
As the pack of wolves and herself got closer to the ledge, she started to run even faster as she took a big jump and leaped into the air to cross the cliff.
The wolves jumped as well as she landed onto her feet.
She stopped running as she looked down and saw the wolves look at her.
Their eyes were the same colored hue as her own as she turned her head and made an angry expression.
She could see a large fire within the distance as a group of soldiers in large metal suits riding horses were coming after her.
She then looked back at the leader of the wolf pack.
The wolf stared at her, turned and continued running as she pulled out her bow and arrow and aimed it directly at the leader of the soldiers.
She eyed him, breathing carefully as she finally unleashed the arrow, aiming at the leader's exposed neck as it hit the leader.
She then threw her bow onto the ground as she ran after the wolves.
They were all she had left now.
All of her people were now dead except herself.
"Time to make a new home......"
She runs, her shadow flying beneath her paws as she crests the hill in the light of the full moon for which she was named.
Even from so far away, she can sense him, the companion she has not seen for so very long, and her heart sings in anticipation of the reunion that lies ahead...Far away, he hears her song, and lifts his head, hope rising from his despair.
The moonlight falls across him through the bars of the prison cell, and he goes to them, waiting, yearning for that first glimpse of her starry pelt...He has chipped away at the last of the mortar by the time she arrives, and drawing upon the last of his strength he pulls them free, opening his path to freedom.
He climbs through the window awkwardly, but she is there to catch him when he falls.
He buries his hands in her fur, pulling her close; she presses her muzzle against his jaw.
For a few moments, all else is unimportant; then, together they rise, heading into the breaking dawn.
