Eye of the wolf..

Untitled Part 1

'Shit.' He muttered as a howl ripped apart the fabric of the silent night into shreds indicating that the real landowners were back. He groaned as he rested the palm of his hand on the bark of a tree. He had passed this same tree over three times and now he is now pretty sure he has gotten himself lost.

His throat contracted as it ached. He was thirsty, and he knew the nearest stream was over the next ridge and if the wolf pack living in the woods did not get to him before then, the thirst will kill him. He had to find another source of water or he would get himself killed out here.

Even in his current predicament, he could not help but smile at the irony of life. Wars could not kill him, military coups could not claim his life but now, thirst, thirst is threatening to kill him. His throat cracked as he tried to laugh, quickly overran by a loud ring of thunder which sounded high up in the evening sky. He smiled.

The rain started almost immediately, pouring out of the sky in torrents like a vengeance. He watched the water stream downwards. Clean water. And he was thirsty. He followed the little stream a bit to find a point that had water.

Something ran across the little path before him. He froze as the blur disappeared into the bushes on the other side of the path and in its wake, it left a paw print. Water was starting to gather in the little pool.

He threw caution into the pouring rain as he knelt by the side of the print and drank the water which gathered in it which he drank until he finished it. The print was as dry as it could have been when he finished.

A flur of motion on the other side of the bush caught his attention. As he turned to look there, a pair of golden eyes was looking back at him. He rushed up, gathered his bag after him and rushed away, not waiting to see whatever was the owner of those eyes.

He sighed as he found the edge of the woods. He ran to one of the cabins at the edge of the woods. He went straight to the kitchen and almost dried the bucket of water.

He shuffled his way to his bed and could not even take his shoes off before he fell asleep.

It has been done' A man with long dark hair and faintly golden eyes said to an old man in a long flowing robe. 'Is there no other way, father?'

For centuries we have waited......... There is no other way.' The old man said in a voice stronger than his frail stature. 'The real battle has just begun....'

Trance smiled as he set a bowl of cereal and a nice chunk of grilled meat on the table. He was finally going to eat real meat after all this time. He said a quick short version of the grace before digging into the bowl of cereal. He rushed to the toilet to puke a few minutes after he started eating as he emptied his stomach. He growled low in his stomach as the scent of the meat was carried over to where he stood.

He plunged into the meat as he ate ravenously which he finished in a few seconds to his own surprise.

He groaned as his head rang. His head had been ringing for a few days and he had been sleeping too much—more than he would have on normal days. Something was going on—something is happening to him.

He sighed as he turned into his bed and drew the sheets over his head. He would need to think about what was going on with him but till then; he had to flow with it......