Every beginning, has its end.

Mud and pain

1764

"They're getting closer Lupin, take her and don't ever stop. Hide her in plain sight. Let not one soul know of her past or the pain her future will bring. I know the truth will always find her, but until then, hide my precious gem. My Miká."
Sonora rasps as she pushes a bloody piece of cloth into the pocket of my jerkin.

We both stop to hear the sounds of men shouting and wolves howling.
They are not far now.

"Don't let me down brother. For now it is time for me to once again be with my love."

With a parting hug and one last solemn goodbye I spin on my heels and begin to sprint away from the only life I have ever known to protect a life far precious than my own. I sprint over the hollow and down the river bank setting an even yet brisk pace.

I ignore the screams of my sister and keep running. She will be with her Ashiné soon.

Distance is pain, but it is also freedom.

As I run I begin to chant:

'No man, nor Alpha will ever lay harm apon my neice, no blade shall cut her skin. For she will be the once to carry our legacy. She will be the one to win our war. She will be the blade for the bladeless, the voice for the voiceless and the shield for the weak.'

Once the spell is complete Stig drifts unconscious as her body begins to change.

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After 14 hours of travelling I have finally reached a little sea town.

This, this is were the Sanawans will live on. This is were power will protect the weak and the weak shall heal the powerful.

I find a small shack on the outskirts of the town and approach the door.
I place her down with the note from my jerkin in her blanket and rap my knuckles on the door thrice.

"live well my Miká, forever let your spirit fly free." Andanté whispers

And with that I leave behind the only life I have ever know. The only life I will ever know.

With death, comes peace.

'Every heartbeat has a rythmn.
Every soul has a song.
Every voice has a silence,
And every silence has a voice.
I am Stig, and I am the last of my kind.
Remember, three things can not long be hidden;
The sun,
The moon,
The truth.'