Backstory Part 2

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We were given 2 options. To fight or to finish our task at hand. I was in a group of 9 when we heard our options. That means that there's 1 more survivor that is fighting by themselves. 4 of us decided to look for them because we didn't want to lose more family. The other 5 wanted safety over family and so we were left to fight while they escaped.

We fought what seemed for hours. My weapon were dual pitch black daggers with leg and chest piece which used to be full of sheathed throwing knives. I also had a bow and an empty quiver on my back. Safe to say that they are only useful when I could recover the arrows or throwing knives. But when I could, I would use them to open up distance to regroup and restart our formation.

Hour after hour, we fought hard and we were getting exhausted but every then and there, I felt a tremor. In fact, we all did, almost at the same time as well. We thought that the surviving person was creating them and wondering why I still haven't seen them yet, despite how loud and how powerful it felt.

Few more hours go by and at this point, I can't hear anything but the tremors, it was like an excited heart beat. We couldn't communicate verbally within my group we all heard and felt it. But there was a new feeling. As if something was calling to me, from the shadows and in the group below me. It felt strange but at the same time, very soothing.

Then that was it. The growl. The yelling. We all heard it. I've had never been so hot before. Even when our fathers bathed us in boiling water to make our skin harder. Nothing could compare to it. But it was the last feeling I felt before I backed out. I felt very warm and awoke in a pitch black space, dimly lit by the luna light from the bright yet distant moon in the sky. The floor was grass which could I only assume was flourishing from the softness of it. There was no wind or breeze.

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I tried getting my bearings by trying to find high ground, which was challenging because of the flatness of the field that ran further than the eye can see. But I did see a tree in the distance and made my way over.

What I found was a lake next to the tree with a glowing white wolf with 3 tails glancing at me. I reached for the bow on my back to discover that I was unarmed. I kept my distance and continue to glance back as I crept closer to the lake for rehydration.

I was taking slow sips of the water when suddenly the wolf made a move. It ran for me as if an arrow was launch from a bow. I readied my stance and prepared for a slaughter. But the weird thing was that the closer it got, the more I felt as if it were apart of me.

As it started slowing down and started to trot to me, I lowered my stance and went on my knees but the creature wasn't displaying any signs of hostility. I opened my arms to let it know that if it wanted my life, it could have it. I close my eyes and wait for the sharp pains in my throat but it never came. What did come though was a tackle strong enough to push me on my back with a barrage of tickling licks on my face.

When I opened my eyes, the pitch blackness was only seen in our shadows and in the sky. The moon was a lot closer and bright enough to see everything that this space has to offer. Beautiful green grass, bright blue lake with the reflection of the moon. I could even see my reflection for the first time.

I had white hair that just passes my breasts, a white oval shaped face with black eyes with white pupils, I wore black pants with my throwing knife sockets travelling down from my thigh to my ankles. I also wore a black chest piece over my grey tunic with more sockets for the throwing knives.

I felt like I was connected with the wolf, the moon and nature itself. My curiosity hit me and wondered what happened for me to get here and what is happening to my brothers and sisters. I struck into deep thought about if my family was seeing the same as me. What woke me up from the thought was the wolf howling..... Followed by an intense killing pressure with an growl, as if the devil was appearing himself.