The forest was dark. There was no moon shining to guild the young wolf's pawsteps, no stars to hope for her. She was alone, all alone in the world, always running, always failing.  The scar over her heart grows, and hatred to her life seeped deep into her pelt. She could no longer run anymore, she had had enough. Slowly, she turned towards the blood-dyed earth and let death crash down over her like a wave. "You were not meant to live. You were born to die, a slow, painful death, with sorrow and guilt..." Voices surged all around her, until they faded away. Her vision blurred, and then all went blank. Not dark, but blank.

Elva awoke with a start. Her scarred eye twitched uncomfortably, and she used all her effort to get up onto her paws. "I've been having the same dreams over and over again," She murmured to herself. She look below her and sadness clutched at her heart. Nysu's eyes stared blankly at the sky, a glaze clouding around them. I hope you've found it, She thought, turning away. I hope.

She started to walk away, heading towards where the moon was fading. Sunlight slowly gripped the sky, shining with radiance as it once again entered the world.

She padded on, until she thought her lungs would burst. She needed to find a place were she could rest. Up ahead, she could see a small squirral lazily staring up into a tree. "Easy prey," She thought aloud, and crept down into a hunter's crouch. The undergrowth shook and rustled as she tried to stay silent, but her tail was not pressed against the ground enough and the squirral immedietly ran up the long trunk of the tree. Elva whipped around, anger rising in her chest. "I have no food," She hissed, limping towards a patch of soft moss. "Half my fur is burnt, my scar is hurting more and more..." She paused and looked up at the brightening sky. "I'm going to die, aren't I?" She laughed a bit, bitterness in her voice. "That's what they wanted me to do. Go into the world, see my kin ruthlessly killed, get overwhelmed with sorrow, and then die." Tears streamed down her cheek. "That's why. I'll be surprised if I even actually get to go on to the Bright Life."

The bramble thicket behind her shook. She ignored it. "Go ahead, let me die." She growled. "You're just wasting your time."

Suddenly she felt extremely cold, and a sharp pain peirced into her back. Her jaws were instantly tied, and she could only whimper, no more. Her vision blacked out, but she could still hear. The same voice she heard in her dreams filled her ears, and her anger was washed away and replaced by intense fear. At once she knew that she didn't mean was she said, all she wanted was to live, not live as long as she could with stinging pain every second of her life, knowing the death was surely coming, but not knowing when.

"They're waiting for you to die."