Chapter 1: The Pain

It was a warm spring day in the evening, where a navy blue figure laid unconsciously near the ocean of the beach. This figure is a hairy wolf who somehow got himself injured pretty badly. He did not seem to wake up no matter how many times the waves went to his toes up to his right side of his face. Until suddenly, a huge wave came up to him, nearly drowning the poor wolf now slowly waking up, with a groan, yet winced at the pain, coughing out salt water from the wave. He is extremely in pain, he did not even bother to open his eyes, He felt as though he was being punched by the strength of ten men and being struck by millions of lightning all over him. He tries to stand up, with effort he was able walk, clutching his right arm, staggering across trillions grain of sand as each step felt his bare feet sinking into the wet, soggy sand, until he met the warmth coming from the dry, soft sand, away from the ocean but stumbled as the sand was more difficult to control his balance as he felt a sharp pain from his left leg to his chest and fell on his broken right arm. The pain is so severe that he howled louder than ever, luckily for him, no one heard him; but in the other hand, he had no help, no one can hear him and no one can help him with his injuries. He cough in the middle of howl and felt his throat as though he was being strangled and his mouth as dry as the dessert. He could not possibly open his eyes because they were covered in sand and he could not open one of his eyes because the other is badly bruised by what appeared to be something he could not recall having it in the first place. He could not recall the location he is on but his instinct obviously tells him he is on a nearby beach by the ocean he once stood. He could not take it any longer as time feels like an eternity even though he just woke up and staggered a few feet in less than a minute. He suddenly heard footstep coming closer and closer, he tried to at least see who it might be with his eye that appeared to be most likely sandy, the grains that touched his eye is vulnerable enough to lose his accuracy but wiped that thought as he tries to get enough fluid from his eye and blinking in an unfamiliar way to get rid of some sand on his grainy eyes, barely enough to see a pair of orange feet on top of sandals. He looked up, stretched his neck higher with all his strength and saw the woman's dress as if she were from the ancient times, he looked up but saw the sun making her face like an eclipse, blinded by the sun makes his vision all dark. After using his last strength, he fell unconscious, not actually realizing that he is unconscious. Drifting into the dark, feeling no pain or suffering as he was before, hearing the waves of the ocean slowly starts to fade, unknown of what is happening outside his unconsciousness.