Red Sunset

By OurAwakening & Prymoor Echo

The scars that we now have for eternity haunt us everyday of our miserable lives. How the memories make us feel like were doomed to serve along side the Grim Reaper, constantly edging us on... mocking us until we feel like we're useless and unwanted. It's the day where we all fell to the Rogues. How they executed the most swift, and... overall perfect scheme. The way we now feel like our souls are trying to claw their way out into the depths below where we should belong.

I can see it... I can in fact feel it... how the Rogues stealthly tip-toed their way into the green shrubs, hidden from society. Dashing from bush to bush, tree to tree, boulder to boulder, river to river... it was a genocide in progress. The view from the top of the valley, where the sun shined down upon them saying ' it's your time to shine.' How the clouds swept out of view making it a day of celebration for them... even though this was one way for te Rogues to say that their more superior when really they know deep down inside it was just because they wanted revenge against the ones who dared defy them.

As they rained down from the sides of the cliffs, surrounding us and causing us to create some sort of kill circle. King never looked so joyful in his life, as he was ready to share with us what he and his fellow warriors felt every single day of their unpleasent lives. Like assassins, and like phantoms they tore us apart... literally. Being seperated from each other... pinned down on each leg and being smashed by rocks. They're sharpened claws tearing open our fur and skin. Their bites piercing into our flesh. What was most unsettling though, was hearing the wails that read death. Especially hearing it come from Kate.

They overtook the land, and like pigs didn't care for it. They destroyed every den, knocked down every beloved landmark, and decimated our hope and faith of ever continuing on with our normal lives. Showing us no respect, King simply threw us out of Jasper causing us all to turn on each other. Everyone was a lone wolf, it was a pure free for all for survival. I was lucky enough to get away.

I never saw anyone again. These memories that I still somehow hold deeply play over an over within my head. Kate's screams for help, Lilly's whimpers, Mooch's deep cries, and the dead corpses of Salty, Shakey, Winston and Eve. With nobody to talk to for these slow and dull years, I went insane.

In fact

I'm telling this story to myself.

But everyday on every mountain top I collapse to the bare ground howling, "Why?!" For the Rogues have truely ruined my life... our lives, and I know that I'll never be able to get it back. For everyone is considered an enemy, and I keep beinf reminded of that while staring at the blood red sunset. All I ever get out of it is always replayed in my hollow skull...

"This is the end."

"This is the end."

"This is the end."

I've heard of bears and caribou speaking of wolves who in fact tried to take back what was rightfully theirs, but we know. We know that we'll never get it back. For the world has turn it's back on us.

Don't dare defy anyone... for it will be your downfall.

...To Be Continued

-OurAwakening

-Prymoor Echo