Blood Moon

The shadows danced across the ceiling in the dim light that shown though the simple window. Ken hung up with Aya and watched the shadows dance for a while trying to find sleep or waiting for it to come and take him to the land of dreams. He glanced at the clock and sighed deeply standing and moving to the window watched the sun break across the horizon with the dazzling colors of crimson, violet, fire-orange and gold. “A wolf born of two humans shall change the world though the blood of hundreds and the war of change. He shall then rule with his heart guiding him with the white wolf of fate his one and only true mate. Together they shall bring about a harmony between humans and the wolves they hate.” He flung open the window and leaned heavily against it taking in the sweet smell and the quiet that comes with early dawn. “Am I so resigned to my future? Is this prophecy set in stone or will I forge my own path? Aya what should I do?” He growled and flung himself away from the window pacing the room then flopping down in the bed. “Why couldn’t I just be normal?” He growled low in his throat hating him self for being so self loathing and flung himself out of bed throwing on some cloths.

The sound of pavement under his feet in an easy rhythmic pattern let Ken relax and his mind wander to blissful blankness only hearing the sound of his feet on pavement and only seeing the morning around him. It was quiet and calm so he let his feet carry him as far as he could go until he lost track of every thing including who he was and where he was going. He stopped leaning heavily on an old splinter wooden park bench as he caught his breath. He looked around at the shadowed emerald pine trees all around him. The path was over grown and the smell of leaves and smoke hung heavily in the cool air as a soft silver fog covered the ground. A soft strange song with a deep rhythmic beat of a drum danced into his ears. He moved to the song his feet crunching years of leaves and pine needles to the rhythm of the drum. He came to a small clearing where and old man sat his deeply tanned face wrinkled and his long thick gray hair tied back into a simple braid while two pitch back feathers hung low behind his ear. The old man beat the drum singing in a low voice. The words were unknown to Ken but images danced thought the smoke of the low fire that sat before the old man. The song stopped and the old man’s deep dark eyes peered at him with wisdom even more ancient than his own. “Come child who talks with the wolves. Come sit with me by my fire and let me tell you a story.” He stood still for several seconds but moved and sat next to the old man feeling compelled to do as the man bid. The drumbeat started low like the melody of the wind against the trees and low voices singing strange words sounded around them. His eyes were locked to the dark black of the old man’s and he dared not look away.

Once many moons ago before people ran this earth, and before there was ocean to split the land the animals ran free because this was their land and they ruled it all. There were many animals in many packs and herds but mainly there were the two packs of wolves. Once there was a great war between these packs until two wolves one from each pack became mates. There was peace between their packs for many years. The two wolves had two children but they were not wolf pups but human babies. The mother took one child to one end of the great land and the father to the other end of the great land to be with the people there. The people took the children and they foretold of a great prophecy. When the two human children of the two wolves came together again in many suns and moons they would have a child that was neither human nor wolf but both. Slowly the lands broke apart but the human wolf did come to be and there was a great rejoicing in the kingdom of the animals and of the humans. The first werewolf was born and he had two strong human sons that could not be a wolf.

The wisest of all animals the great white wolf came down from the highest hills of his land and took the human-wolf child and his young sons and told them, “When your two human sons have sons of their own and their sons have sons and their sons have children, when this cycle continues for many moons till the north star changes and man kind rules this world and your kind is nearly out of existence and just a mere fairytale men tell their children and when human huts reach higher than the tallest trees your children’s offspring shall come together and give birth to one like you and he shall forge the way of a new world that touches the old. man and beast shall again unite, how ever there shall be a war between the wolf-man kind and he shall lead the good souls in to battle and he shall win as long as he finds his true mate. A wolf white a fresh snow with eyes like that of the violet flowers that grow on the mountain side but as hard was the stones that lie deep with in will take the child spawned from you and make him great.” The human-wolf child nodded and went softly away making kin of his own. Not human and not wolf but both, made from the bite of his powerful jaws. Soon they faded into stories and stories into legend and legend into myth until the true story was lost.

Tomaru smiled softly as he found Ken on a patch of green grass sleeping soundly. He silently knelt next to his friend and shook his awake. Aqua eyes stared at him slightly confused for a few seconds then they cleared and Ken grinned. “It’s just like you to run off and fall asleep in the grass.” He grinned at Ken’s sweet sheepish blush and pulled his friend off the ground. “I take it you couldn’t sleep last night.” His friend nodded and he patted him softly on the back leading him back to the car. “Taki and I have been looking for you for the past hour. You came a long way out here Kenken.” Aqua eyes flicked to him then back to the ground.

Ken tried to sort things out in his head on the car ride home. He was confused and slightly uneasy by the dream or the event that actually transpired while he was in the park, he just wasn’t sure if it actually happened or if it was in fact a dream. He brushed past Taki and grabbed his phone and called Omi. “Hello Ken-kun how are you?” He smiled at his friend’s cheery voice. “I’m good Omittchi. I need you to do me a favor. I need you to try and find a story about two wolves giving birth to a human child and a prophecy about a wolf born of two humans and a white wolf being his mate.” The line was silent for a few seconds. “Will do Ken-kun after all we are off duty for a while so I don’t have much to do so I’m kind of board. This will be fun. I’ll call you when I find something.” He smiled and sank slowly into the bed. “Oh Ken-kun I don’t know if you know but there was another attack. It was about a block away from Magic Bus Hospital so Aya-kun flipped out and is with his sister there. The man who was attacked was a nurse at the hospital in care of Aya-chan, his name is Brian Morsae, he’s an American I’ll send you that information as well if you want it. I’ll e-mail it to you.” He sighed deeply and thought things over. “Thanks Omi that would be great. I’ll head to the Hospital and check on Aya. Stay safe and carry a weapon with you where ever you go. Call me if you hear about any more attacks and e-mail me the info over Kritiker’s secure mail line.” He heard his friend’s slight hum of consent and hung up then headed down the stairs looking at his two friends. “It seems they decided to span out a little. Send a few more patrols around the hospital and any where in a five block radius of the park.” Tomaru looked pale and his phone started to buzz in his pocket. “Every one on the patrols we sent are either dead or missing.”


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