The Good Deamon

Chapter Four - The End

Well, when we finally got to where we were supposed to be, it was late afternoon. The sun kissed the clouds gently, creating a soft pink hue over the mountains. The grass felt so welcoming, whipping with the silent winds. My mother took a deep breath of air, coming to peace. We were alone in the clearing, just her and me.

"Isn't this more than you could ever dream of..." She said to me. Her voice sounded whimsical, quiet and joyful. She sat down in the grass, not once removing her gaze from the sunset. I sat down with her, admiring the sky as she hugged me close.

It was truly amazing...

We sat in silence, watching as the sky grew deeper and deeper shades of pink and purple. "Child." She spoke, removing her gaze to look down at me. " I know things in this world aren't perfect in tainted eyes... But everything here is beautiful. Everything has value, and it all exists for a reason... " I of course, only being seven, had no clear comprehension of the words she spoke. But I knew what she said was right. She was always right.

I breathed in the air, the warm atmosphere calming me. So beautiful... It's lovely... The best.
The last.

A gun shot filled the empty air, my ears lifting with surprise. I quickly stood to my feet, unaware of what was happening. I turned around to face my mother, and the sight still leaves me horrified to this day.

Her graceful body, laid on the ground, her legs sprawled through the grass. Lodged deep within her rib cage stood the bullet. Her chest rose and fell slowly, her body losing the battle to breath properly. And so... So much blood. It stained her precious white coat, trickling from the wound. Dancing across her face was a small smile. I looked at her with an expression of pure shock. How could she be happy like this?!

"Life has it's ways of telling you when you're done viewing it..." I walked close and sat beside her, resting my chin against her shoulder. " I'm finished with this world... And I have a whole new one to discover, my child. Don't cry for me. " She said. I could catch hints of wheezing in her voice, though even after suffering a bullet to the chest she hid her pain well.

We both heard the cold *click click* of the gun as it reloaded. "Run." She demanded. I wanted to run, but my legs weren't responding. I wanted to stay by her, to make sure she was ok like she did to me. She rose her head really and nudged my side. "Go, scooby. Run!" It didn't take long for my body to realize the true intensity of the situation.

I ran like hell, not pausing for a second. The grass shifted when my presence disrupted it's natural flow. The wind howling through my ears. I passed the clearing, into a new area of forest I had never seen. I ran through streams, leaped over logs, charged through bushes armed with thorns. All to get away from the pain.

I began to grow weaker, my scrawny body slowing. I was panting deep and heavy, sweat soaking through my fur. The forest was dark and still, the shade of the trees hiding any source of light that remained in the sky. I could stay here, right? They wouldn't find me. I blend in here. It's dark, and so am I. I rested against a tree, tall and thick. I had to stop myself from nuzzling the tree. That tree wouldn't bring her back. And to be quite honest, I would have swapped places with her, without a doubt.

I could feel the tears approaching, making my throat heavy as I swallowed. Silently, I grieved for my mother.

It didn't have to be her. Why her? Why not me, instead... Why her...

I was too deep in sadness to notice the *click click* of the gun, aiming to get the perfect shot. I sat with my back facing the hunter, unaware that he had approached. My wings trembling as I sobbed.

*BOOM* The pressure came all at once, blood flying from my head. The pressure... I felt my body going to sleep. I was trying to get it to stop, to get up and run some more. But I couldn't control anything. I fell on the floor of the forest, my body laying limp.

It was so hard to breath. I couldn't see. My head felt heavy, and my body felt unnaturally light. It hurts to breath. I squinted my eyes shut, blood escaping and crawling down my face. I felt tired. I needed sleep, that was all. I'm just having a dream, and when I wake up I'll see my mother's face again. I'll hear her soothing voice as she sings to me. I'll feel the relaxation as she sits by me. I just need to rest...

My entire body grew too weak to move. My face fell limp as I gave in to the pain, dying alone. My brain couldn't think, couldn't process... Anything. And I died.

This was my ending. The last chapter to my story.

                                 The End.