When I was kid, my momma used to tell me stories about life and death. How a soldier will fight and die for it’s country. But to me… I don’t want to die. I want to live freely. At least not yet.. We have lost our battle, and here I am, faced with two fangs of different silhouettes,
A ghost of white, emerges from the shadows, a form of a wolf, offering quick deaths to those who accept their fate, and it's horrible alter ego, the shadow of dark, a large form of massive bear, offering painful and slow deaths to those who run from their end. But I'm neither, I couldn't run anymore nor I wanted to accept my fate. I just wanted to live...
The silhouettes approached me slowly, with both sides eager to kill me either with an arrow to heart, or a slow agonizing death.
The white silhouette spoke in a cold chilling tone. My body was shivering, as the grey mists engulfed my area.
It approached me, and said in a soft comforting tone,
W:"There, there frail human, there’s no need to suffer further. Your fate will end today..."
I wanted to reply but my voice was taken away during the combat. I swayed my hand sideways and told them to go away.
D:"KILL HIM SWIFTLY! WE MUST TEAR HIM APART!"
The dark shadow grinned its fangs. It’s own size grew larger, ready to devour me. And not to mention his voice, is terrifyingly frightening.
W:"Not here.. Not yet.."
D:"WHAT ARE WE WAITINGG FORR, WOLF?!..."
W:"The one's whose fate will end today. We need to hear his last words..."
I tried to move my mouth, but no words were coming out, just soft mumbles of a speechless person.
D:”I AM TIRED OF WAITING. WOLF. WE MUST END HIS LIFE.”
W:”Shh… Let the man speak…”
I tried to struggle as much as I could, but no voice or sound could be heard from it. I tried to move my arms around but the blood loss was too much… I couldn't move my body anymore. I am broken. Defeated. And alone again...
D:"WATER?? I SEE IT!"
W:"Dear bear, those are called.. tears... Are you.. crying?"
