| "I really can't say I... Remember... What my first memory actually is... When I think back, it's more like a dream, really. I can see myself as a little girl, and I'm standing on a cliff. I hold something tightly in my hand, but I don't know what it is. It could be a doll, but I'm not too sure though. I stare into the distance, as far as I can see. 'What am I looking for?' -- I ask myself. Then it changes into dusk, fading into night. It picks up as I see stars moving in the sky, I see the moon travel in an arc across the sky, followed by its brother, the sun, rising. It's all happening so fast. I see so many sunrises and sunsets I. I can't count them all. I want to move, but I can't. The next thing I know, I'm not a little girl anymore, but grown. No longer do I have the doll in my hand -- but a bow. The endless sun and moon cycle stops, its dark. I can still see stars. It feels they are watching me as I watch them. A noise behind me makes me spin around, drawing and arrow to the bow. I pull back and take aim. A white wolf. She snarls and charges. My arrow flies. It lands right between the eyes of the white wolf. Her head kicks back violently, and he comes to a stop and slumps to its side. Blood trickles down from its head, staining its white fur. I drop my bow and gaze at my hands. Blood. They're covered in blood. Then I hear the voice. 'What are you looking for?' It's the wolf. Laying on her side, bleeding, she speaks again. 'What are you looking for, Farah?' I begin to cry and turn away, unable to look at the animal anymore. A mirror is in front of my face. I gaze eye to eye with my reflection, but it's not mine. It's me, but my eyes are different. They're the eyes of the wolf." -From the Journal of Farah Wolvenhart |
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