The Kitten and the Alpha

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// Llywd's P.O.V.

I was still falling, falling through the darkness.

Actually, there was no way to tell, that I was falling, as there was only nothingness around me, but I had this feeling deep inside me, that I was falling, that everything was rushing by.

This couldn't be the Spirit world. This must be some sort of dream or unconsciousness or something. I would have pinched myself to wake myself, but I had no feeling of my body. There was no body to tell that was mine, only darkness. I was darkness. As everything around me was nothing, my body itself turned outside, turned into darkness, becoming one with everything, nothing around me.

As I was becoming, constantly becoming everything and nothing, there was suddenly forming something, something that was part of the darkness, part of myself, but also extent, something else, different. It felt as if I was watching myself through someone else's but those eyes were mine, nevertheless.

Suddenly I found myself under a nightsky, dark and clear. There were no stars, no moon on the rise. It was cold. Silence all around. The only light in the sky were the Aurora. Spirits hunting through the sky.

Appearently this vision was from a time before, the mythological times when demons still mingled freely amongst the humans, forming them, giving them their believes, their legends, supporting them. Now, nobody really knows if those tmes have ever existed. In most cultures, there was such a time described, a golden epoch, were Spirits and Gods waked among the humans, lead them, protected them. But then suddenly something terrible happened and the divine balance was disrupted. Nobody knew if those were just legends. Even the demons won't tell about that.

The vision shifted from the Aurora lit sky to the wasteland under it. I couldn't tell where I was, or when I was. Suddenly I zoomed across the flatland, seemingly zipping to an unknown destination.

It all came to a stop suddenly. I found myself in some kind of a hut, wooden carvings, ornamented bones dangling from the thatched roof. There was a man, clad in animal skins and furs, a strong bow hung over his shoulders, a quiver of arrows on the other. He shouted something, I couldn't understand the words, but he seemed angry at the woman standing in front of him. Maybe his daughter, maybe his wife, I couldn't tell. She was crying, holding her arms to his chest as to stop him. But he just slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground, sobbing, pleading him to stay. He spat in front of her and went out. Now I could just hear the woman's sorrowful sobs, her cries. Above the hut, the demons danced their auroric dance.

Suddenly the scene was disturbed by a rippling howl of wolves. The woman's head snapped to the door. Silence. A howl again. This time it sounded more disturbing, as if the owner was in terrible pain. It seemed as if the woman could understand the howl somehow, as if it was a language, someone crying for her, as she jumped to her feet and ran out.

My vision moved again without my doing, following the crying woman running through the forest, feeling like being the running woman.

The trees stood like huge legs, giants' legs, standing tall, naked, mist wavering between them. We were running, I didn't know where to, there was only silence in the dark woods around us. It seemed like eternity, time strechting into a long thin thread, the woods an endless labyrinth, a dark portico hidden in the shadows.

The vision zoomed again, blurring only to find myself again surrounded by wolves, some barking, some lying dead on the floor with arrows sticking from their furry bodies. The crying woman stood protectively over some pups, that lied curled into shaking and whining rolls. I felt the fear and anger around me, the wolves growling but afraid to move, the crying woman shouting something at the man from earlier, the hunter, who stood with his bow drawn, an arrow ready to shoot.