She ran through the forest, dodging trees, branches, and bushes. They all clawed at her, ripping at her simple brown dress and long white-blonde hair, and cutting her delicate skin. The townspeople were after her, thinking that she was a witch and had brought a drought to kill everyone. As the doctor’s daughter, she knew of all the cures better than her father. This made them wary of her in the first place, because she was female, and was not supposed to know these things. But in reality, her father’s mind had kept wandering, and so she had to remember them.
Suddenly she tripped on a root that had come out of the ground and fell. She tried to get up, but searing pain shot through her. Looking down to find the cause, she found that her ankle was broken. With the townspeople coming closer she dragged herself under a bush and tried to hide herself by pulling in fallen tree branches with her. Just moments later a young boy passed the bush she was hiding in, kicking a rock the size of a small baseball unknowingly toward her. The bushes slowed the rock down just enough to leave unconscious.
After the townspeople left, a gray and white wolf with starlight on his fur and eyes like tiny moons trotted through the forest. The scent of blood came to his nose, the foul smell wrinkling it. It faintly smelled familiar, which he found odd, and with curiosity pricking his mind, followed it. Under a nearby bush he found the girl and dragged her out. He knew this girl, that’s why the blood smelled familiar, he had seen her and her father before when they came to collect medicine, which they made themselves by using the plants they picked. Her name was Sarah, and she had been coming into the woods by herself to pick the medicinal plants, and now here she lay unconscious and hurt at his paws. He briefly looked around before dragging her farther into the woods by the back of her dress. Soon he came to a valley clearing with a perfectly round pool in the center.
A light gray she-wolf came out of a branch-woven den, and when she saw the gray and white wolf she ran up to him, horrified. “Moon! What do you think you’re doing!” She growled at him.
Suddenly she tripped on a root that had come out of the ground and fell. She tried to get up, but searing pain shot through her. Looking down to find the cause, she found that her ankle was broken. With the townspeople coming closer she dragged herself under a bush and tried to hide herself by pulling in fallen tree branches with her. Just moments later a young boy passed the bush she was hiding in, kicking a rock the size of a small baseball unknowingly toward her. The bushes slowed the rock down just enough to leave unconscious.
After the townspeople left, a gray and white wolf with starlight on his fur and eyes like tiny moons trotted through the forest. The scent of blood came to his nose, the foul smell wrinkling it. It faintly smelled familiar, which he found odd, and with curiosity pricking his mind, followed it. Under a nearby bush he found the girl and dragged her out. He knew this girl, that’s why the blood smelled familiar, he had seen her and her father before when they came to collect medicine, which they made themselves by using the plants they picked. Her name was Sarah, and she had been coming into the woods by herself to pick the medicinal plants, and now here she lay unconscious and hurt at his paws. He briefly looked around before dragging her farther into the woods by the back of her dress. Soon he came to a valley clearing with a perfectly round pool in the center.
A light gray she-wolf came out of a branch-woven den, and when she saw the gray and white wolf she ran up to him, horrified. “Moon! What do you think you’re doing!” She growled at him.
“Helping,” He responded through the clothing in his mouth.
“We can’t have humans in the camp, you know this,” The she-wolf sternly told him as he continued towards the pool.
“But Cloud, it is her. The girl I told you about.”
She gasped, then ordered, “Well let me take a look at her then,” He set her down and she examined Sarah. “Well, I don’t think I can properly treat this,” She informed Moon as she pointed at the girl’s ankle. “But when she wakes up I‘ll give her something for her head.”
“Reason why I’m putting her in the pool, so you can properly do something about it,” Moon explained, and started dragging Sarah again, only to set her back down as the she-wolf talked again.
“We can’t do that; she’ll become one of us!” Cloud retorted. “You know that well enough as well!”
“I know that, Cloud. However this must be done. It is time. From here on she is one of us, this is her fate,” He said, giving the female wolf a look to keep her mouth shut. Moon started dragging Sarah again and placed her onto a little woven raft. He pushed her to the center of the large pool and swam back out, his fur glistening in the moonlight.
“May our destinies for ever entwine, and save us all,” He mused as the full moon centered itself above the pool. The raft holding Sarah sank, and a few heartbeats passed until the raft resurfaced with a white wolf in the place of Sarah. Moon swam back to the center and pushed the raft out. He dragged the white wolf onto the shore of the pool and prodded her with a paw. “Sarah,” He whispered. The white wolf opened her blue eyes and slowly sat up; she looked around and at herself. When she realized what she was seeing, she seemed to jumped strait out of her new form.
“A-a-am I dead?” She asked shakily. The pure white fur of her new fur form ruffled with anxiety.
“No, you are not, Sarah,” He told her kindly, in order to ease her nerves and not worry her further.
“Where in the world am I?” Sarah asked herself and Moon, while feeling her fur-covered head with a paw.
“You are in the Star Wolf camp, this is your new home now,” Moon explained. Sarah then looked around her for a minute, taking in the new sights and smells of her surroundings, and eventually her gaze ended at her paws below her.
“Are you okay?” Moon asked her, “Is there anything I can do?”
She hesitated before answering. “If I am not dead, not dreaming. If all of this is real, may I change my name?”
“Why is that, Sarah?” Moon asked curiously.
“I just don’t want to be called that anymore!” She barked with sadness. “It holds too many awful memories! That name will forever tie me to the past! Please let me change it!”
Moon moved back and thought of a name for the young she-wolf. He stayed calm, knowing that she was going to face challenges only she and a few others could fix based on the prophecy, and he thought it out carefully. “How about Zyntara?” Moon suggested.
She looked away, thinking it out, and then met his eyes. “That will do,” Zyntara said, sounding a little reassured and relieved. “However, I must ask because I appreciate this, how did you know my old name?”
“I have known you for a long time, Zyntara. Longer than you can imagine,” He turned to Cloud and bowed his head to her. The medicine wolf guided Zyntara to her den, and Moon walked away to his, saying now to himself, “And I have been aware for a long time that you would soon appear, for the beginning of a new dawn. One that could only foreseen as long and challenging.”
“We can’t have humans in the camp, you know this,” The she-wolf sternly told him as he continued towards the pool.
“But Cloud, it is her. The girl I told you about.”
She gasped, then ordered, “Well let me take a look at her then,” He set her down and she examined Sarah. “Well, I don’t think I can properly treat this,” She informed Moon as she pointed at the girl’s ankle. “But when she wakes up I‘ll give her something for her head.”
“Reason why I’m putting her in the pool, so you can properly do something about it,” Moon explained, and started dragging Sarah again, only to set her back down as the she-wolf talked again.
“We can’t do that; she’ll become one of us!” Cloud retorted. “You know that well enough as well!”
“I know that, Cloud. However this must be done. It is time. From here on she is one of us, this is her fate,” He said, giving the female wolf a look to keep her mouth shut. Moon started dragging Sarah again and placed her onto a little woven raft. He pushed her to the center of the large pool and swam back out, his fur glistening in the moonlight.
“May our destinies for ever entwine, and save us all,” He mused as the full moon centered itself above the pool. The raft holding Sarah sank, and a few heartbeats passed until the raft resurfaced with a white wolf in the place of Sarah. Moon swam back to the center and pushed the raft out. He dragged the white wolf onto the shore of the pool and prodded her with a paw. “Sarah,” He whispered. The white wolf opened her blue eyes and slowly sat up; she looked around and at herself. When she realized what she was seeing, she seemed to jumped strait out of her new form.
“A-a-am I dead?” She asked shakily. The pure white fur of her new fur form ruffled with anxiety.
“No, you are not, Sarah,” He told her kindly, in order to ease her nerves and not worry her further.
“Where in the world am I?” Sarah asked herself and Moon, while feeling her fur-covered head with a paw.
“You are in the Star Wolf camp, this is your new home now,” Moon explained. Sarah then looked around her for a minute, taking in the new sights and smells of her surroundings, and eventually her gaze ended at her paws below her.
“Are you okay?” Moon asked her, “Is there anything I can do?”
She hesitated before answering. “If I am not dead, not dreaming. If all of this is real, may I change my name?”
“Why is that, Sarah?” Moon asked curiously.
“I just don’t want to be called that anymore!” She barked with sadness. “It holds too many awful memories! That name will forever tie me to the past! Please let me change it!”
Moon moved back and thought of a name for the young she-wolf. He stayed calm, knowing that she was going to face challenges only she and a few others could fix based on the prophecy, and he thought it out carefully. “How about Zyntara?” Moon suggested.
She looked away, thinking it out, and then met his eyes. “That will do,” Zyntara said, sounding a little reassured and relieved. “However, I must ask because I appreciate this, how did you know my old name?”
“I have known you for a long time, Zyntara. Longer than you can imagine,” He turned to Cloud and bowed his head to her. The medicine wolf guided Zyntara to her den, and Moon walked away to his, saying now to himself, “And I have been aware for a long time that you would soon appear, for the beginning of a new dawn. One that could only foreseen as long and challenging.”
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