Their One Last Chance

nausea washes over the soul as the last gasp of breathe escapes from its sac filled tomb. My head is reeling and I feel I am slipping into the abyss without a rope or way out. Time is ticking fast and but for the briefest of instances, reminds me of all I had wanted and all I haven't achieved.

I awaken to a dark world and just as my eyes adjust I am slammed into the ground where I consume enough dirt to suffocate my lungs. My lip is torn and I am aware of eyes all around me with an electric green phosphorescent hue. I am being watched and only the sound of my heartbeat can be heard. "Are they alive" I ask myself silently in my head, "You have been judged" was their reply. Still not being able to hear a sound or murmur from them, I slowly come to my feet again to be knocked surely down to the ground. This time I am sure it is blood I am tasting and being a fast learner, I saved my stomach the meal of dirty earth it would have gotten had I not been more prepared.

"You have been chosen. You need not ask questions as to why and by whom as all will be revealed in due time. Your fate is yours alone and your sentence has always been with you." Nothing more was said. The soft glow of a light saffron orb no bigger than a housefly led me out of the deepest darkest cavern I have ever seen. I have always known they would come for me as it was a matter of time. I have done so much to draw attention and they knew I already knew who they were. The wolves show no mercy on human life or any facsimile therein and their rather amusing game with me was there way of keeping their honour. To let me go unscathed would be to show fealty to one not their own and that would make them targets in a world where they rule and are feared with purpose. My abrupt snort and I followed the little fae out into the thick of night.

It took near twenty minutes to walk out into the starry night sky and it was time well spent. I know why I am here and I know what it is I am supposed to do I just haven't decided whether it was worth my life to do it at this point. Neither wolf nor human I reserve the right to make my own way and I kneel to no one no matter how hard they knock me down. Cause for concern, I am aware I am not alone on this journey and that I hold the lives of others in my stead, for every decision I make will either bring the wrath of the gods that be or peal with the laughter of cheating the fates. A rustle here and a crunch there showing me they are coming whether invited or not. As if! As if they could sway me to take the challenge and guide the ignorant fools out of the darkness they brought upon themselves. My people tried to show them the way some centuries ago and now it falls to me and my kin to guide them in their self imposed stupidity to some promised land designed for them? What of my people's promised lands torn from our grip to be chiseled away into harlots' dens and whores' beds. This whole damned world was put here for them. They feel they are the chosen though me and my brethren and cousins, the wolves, are far superior species to accommodate the needs of saving this planet. It wasn't designed for them but they raped and took what they could and now, with nothing left but the destruction they made, they want me to lead them out into a salvation not deserved of their kind.

Anger knows no fury as that I wear on my back. The marks she gave me, mother, human. I am a half-breed born of mortal womb and with the fire of kings and generals that flows through my veins like a river of red hatred for all things on two feet. I will make a way and I will make a guide for them but I am still unsure to as of yet what fate I will guide them to. As my grandfather was once at their mercy and shown no favor so too will they be at mine and shown no favor. The journey be long and treacherous and the rode will wane as we hit wild country but I know this land better than they born here and to them I am their salvation, their one last chance...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.