⋘ Mourning Moon ⋙

Coral Canyons • 5:28am • 9-10-18

Lightning flashes through the sky, and the thunder is soon to follow. I glance up from my book and sigh. On nights like this, I can never sleep. I look over to the clock on my nightstand. It reads 5:28am.

  Giving up on sleep altogether, I shrug off my favorite quilt and get out of bed. I slip on some fuzzy slippers, a robe, and my signature too hat. I walk downstairs.

   Opening the door at the bottom of the stairs, I'm greeted by a small cat named Cinnamon. I smile and scoop her up into my paws. I close the upstairs door with my hind leg and walk over to turn on the light.

   At soon as I hit the switch, it casts the room in a warm orange glow. I walk around the corner and into the kitchen, where I open the cabinets. I pull out a loaf of bread, and pop two pieces into the toaster.

   While waiting for the toast, I sit down and open up yesterday's newspaper. On the front page, there's a story about a familiar looking wolf. I gasp. The wolf in the picture is me.

  'Serapia Forest resident Kaya Wolfhorse was seem this morning running around Jamaa Township with a black bag shaped like a bunny. Local resident Aria Love says ''Kaya kept looking around, as if she was sure someone was following her. She was running quite fast, and almost knocked over an elderly tiger.'' Could Wolfhorse be the newest murderer in town?'

  ''What?!'' I say outloud, looking up. ''A murderer? Really?!''

   I sigh. These animals have no clue what they're talking about. When I look back down at the newspaper, my confusion gives way to anger. Letting out an angry growl, I crumple up the newspaper and throw is across the room. A second later, I hear a crack.

   I look up, and my heart skips a beat. There, sitting on the floor, shattered, is my parent's anniversary vase. I stare at it for a moment too long, my brain deciding what emotion to feel. Almost robotically, I stand up.

   I walk over to the incident and pick up a large piece. The intact vase read '32nd Anniversary'. The piece I hold reads '3an'. Seems fitting, me holding a single piece of my history. Like so many other things.

  This place is too much. Everywhere I look, I see my parents. I can't stay here.

   I pick up an empty backpack. I fill it with food, a first aid kid, a length of rope, another shard of pottery. I next fill my quiver with all my arrows, and sling it with my bow across my back. I throw on my top hat, a spiked wrist, and fix a moon necklace on my neck. It's time to go.

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Unknown • 6:39pm • 2-17-18

  Snow drifts lazily down onto the white lands below. I sit in a tree, munching on an apple. I'm not sure how I got here or how long I've been here, but I'm nowhere near my old home.

   I have lived in this forest for a while now, feeding on whatever vegetation I could find and sleeping in the trees. For the first few days, I ate wild bird and whatnot, but soon discovered that each bite made me more guilty then the last. So now, I don't eat meat.

   A beautiful young dove, pure as snow, lands on my branch. It has a red ribbon around it's neck and a small parchment on its leg. I untie the paper, and unroll it.

   'It's gone. It's all gone...' is reads. Odd. It must have been a mistake. I scratch the dove's head. ''You must be lost, little guy.'' I murmur, distracted. ''Wait, wait. Are you...'' I look at the note again. I gasp. In the corner there is the seal of the alphas. Jamaa.

   No, no, it can't be. Jamaa is so far away! But.. Isn't it? I glance at the bird again. It's preening it's flight feathers, as if preparing to leave. I don't make haste. I pack up my belongings that I took me so long ago, and jump out of the tree. The dove is off in the air, flying towards Jamaa.

  For hours, I assume, we fly. Or, at least, it flies. I just feel like I'm flying. The forest starts to grow brighter, and trees spread out. Until, all of a sudden, the trees stop, and I'm standing in a meadow of tall grass.

  I have to stop to breathe. The dove, however, keeps going. I look in the direction and hold the breath I'm trying to catch. There, sparkling in the evening's light, is Jamaa Township.

  I start at a fast walk. It turns into a jog, then a run, and keeps going until it's a full out sprint. I can't wipe the grin off my face, so I don't try. It's here! Jamaa Township!

   I pull my top hat low over my face so nobody can see who I am. I walk around. So much has changed! They added a few new buildings, repaved the town square, and there's some new animal. Other then that, it's still my Jamaa Township.

  How will they react? To the so called murderer back in town? Oh, well. It may be different, insane, and chaos, but it's still my Jamaa. My home.

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  Hello! This was super fun to write, and I decided to make it about my main character, Lightning! Yes, I know there are so many questions, but don't worry, I'm making a second part. Good day to you!

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I'm sorry- did one of the staff get drunk on sugar and accidentally smash that feature button? Seriously though, thanks for my 3rd feature ^^