Lost to History

It was a bursting scene, he roared to the heavens, as he knew how to do. These kids are scaring the day light out of him, their eyes. He had never seen anything like it, you could see death in them, you can see death roaming around somewhere in a world in their eyes. Something unusual is also happening, he does not want to run to his mom like other times. Cubs, yes cubs they are, but the death that roams deep down somewhere in them, no cub is he? The risk is alive.

Off he yearns to flee, however, his legs seems to be planted. Bad time to be eco-friendly, what do they say again? Shit happens. Happens many times nowadays, and what’s more? in even shitty times, doesn’t that make his life a shitty one?

The paw of one of the cubs left the earth. His eyes caught it with the kind of detail that does not escape a fainting individual, so slow. The paw landed, his feet is still planted. SHIT! His necks becomes wet, sweat it is.

The other paw gnawed off the earth, just like as before, every detail, as if in a slow motion. It hung on the air; his fur stood from its very root, the air was vibrating. Just then, the slow paw sped, he screamed, and SHIT!!! His feet is compelled, must definitely be. Then it happened.

He saw himself floating, flowing, becoming something, and then a fog and it started coming…

Hot. Breathless. Breaking. Consuming. A face flew before him. He knew the face but was wondering from whence it came… when…

It went smooth, the fog was dark, and the air was buzzing at its natural frequency, maybe some music, but it was just as fleeting as a hazel hue on the ocean rainbow, he dropped her.

Roars. He could hear roars, not hungry roars, dissatisfied ones. The roars were perpetually hungry, they hung like eternal canyons, they ate themselves, claws, fangs, glowing eyes, sweat, just one giant knot.

Her legs swam into his, his became taut. The muscles on the back rippled, she moaned. Fade.

“What’s that memory?” More asked.

Just then he docked while a glinting claw drew past. Now, yours truly was truly terrified. Better things had happened to him. Then it came… another slight fizzle.

He shuddered and some huge drops of water flew off his shoulder. He saw his face smile. Clammy. It all felt clammy. The softness was amazing. Indeed, she was an angel. Bringing up his face, her hazel blue eyes flattered him, something in him fluttered. He yearned to catch but the butterfly is fleeting.

It all fade before his eyes but then it unraveled again. There, walking barefoot on the grass, buck-naked. They walked, they smothered the grass as she twist her waist this way, then that way, then the other way, his arm around her, his heart turning with her. His Lazarus pit.

Down it went. Deep. Soaked. Left. Right. Center. He released, his belly has been hurting, all the gas in it and the held breath.

He exhaled. Then a paw went pass, he shuddered to reality, tried to yelp but could not.

Then a paw landed on his face and he yelped. His leg sprung to life and he fled. At least, his speed remains unmatched, not even by these monsters.

They pursued as if they needed him more than their next meal, however, he ran like someone who just go his life back on loan. Fate. He outran the bloodthirsty cubs, making sure he took no short course nor anyone close to his abode, he fled toward the mountains.

Morekish was terrified; his eyes were riveting and running around like an owl. The perspiration soaking his cheeks hung on like a frightened baby kangaroo. It was all a gamble, he is not sure he can make it; those cubs were too ferocious to let go.

Morekish ran, he ran like a willy-nilly fighting against the wind current with all he had. Just then he heard a familiar howl, his eyes almost bobbed out of its socket. The howl was so strong, so sure, so outraged and vehement that it brought back hope and peace to More’s mind. His mother.

She must have followed him. Nothing else can explain the timely intervention. Thanks goodness, if not for her better than best senses, she might have lost a son. Morekish felt constipated.

At first, the cubs bare no significance for the belchy roar however, on a second thought, their feet hit the pad. Morekish almost felt like laughing as their once ferocious and focused faces morphing to figurines of long pointed ears and agitated tails. His mother. He couldn’t feel more proud.

“More…”

“Mom I’m very sorry, I didn’t know what came over me but those…” he swallowed as he remembered their faces while he continued to babble, “They seemed so friendly and kind at first and even playf…”

“More…” his mother cut him off.

“Yes, mom” he finally quietened down.

“Take your bath.” She said as she turned to go.

His shoulders dropped, along with his lower lips which looked like an abandoned well. More fell.

Then it shook him. A freckled face zoomed pass. More shook his head, what is happening? Those frightening dreams again? He questioned. He hastily stood up, shook his clothes and hurriedly walked off to where he had run from.

“Hmm” he sighed heavily finally free from a freaky episode. A girl ran ahead of him, her dark messed up brunette hair flinging up and down her neck. He blinked. She was actually jogging, like one of the normal humans going on a morning run. Something about her; she is so slender, her legs so smooth. She has this Norwegian whiteness about her that feels so German, supple. Somehow, she never seems to outrun him. Oh! He just realized that he is running already, sweating even, thirsty for just a touch. Lingering. Her skirts, he was staring, faded and flair just some inches above her knees. And now he sees, the trees, the shrubs, all the grasses, the world just seems so faded, he swung his neck back to the girl who is gaining distance from him with some pace, she turns, about to swing  half-turn, he swooned and found himself on the floor. Passed out.

“More” some lemon fires were burning into him.

“Hmm” he answered then was startled as he saw the lemon fires. The fires began to take shape quickly, no fright, they were fires he knew too well; his mother’s eyes.

CHAPTER THREE

Tell her

Don’t’

Why not?

I don’t know

Then tell her

No, I won’t.

Just tell me why?

Well? More thinks for a while, “It will be embarrassing.”

“Urgh..you are becoming crappy.

Huh? Don’t care.

“and childish.”

“Okay! More yells. And made as if to rise.

“Okay what?

I won’t.

Bastard.

Suits you.

Why are you even this hellbent on pushing me to embarrass myself?

“When have you started to keep secrets from your mom?

“Bad!”

“Exactly!.”

“Yet I won’t still go.”

“Waste of space, time and energy, in essence, waste of matter,”

“AAARGGGGHHHH!” More jumped up and punched the wall.

“More?” his mother has been watching him all along.

“Mom?” More was bewildered. “ Damn!”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“Then?”

“Nothing!” More replied again almost shouting.

“Hmm” his mother was unconvinced yet still turned away.

“Freaking hell, what was that?”

“was I running mad? Thinking…talking to myself.” He flung himself only to freeze midway, there, his mother was looking at him face to face, almost eating his face as she examines him. “Yeh!” he yelled, screaming away from his mother’s riveting eyes which will not leave his eyes as if she was a dedicated ophthalmologist.

 Mountain ash.

Under the moonlit sky, Morekish and the mysterious girl ventured deeper into the mountains, guided by the ancient whispers of the mountain ash. The air was charged with a palpable energy, and the landscape seemed to transform into a surreal dreamscape.

As they walked, the girl began to reveal the purpose of their connection. "Morekish, your spirit is entwined with the magic of this land. You are a guardian, chosen to protect the balance between the realms. The mountain ash has sensed your calling."

Morekish listened intently, his senses heightened by the mystical aura surrounding them. The mountain ash, with its leaves now glowing softly, seemed to validate the girl's words.

"But why me? What is this balance you speak of?" Morekish questioned, his curiosity mixed with a hint of trepidation.

The girl explained, "Long ago, a great darkness threatened to engulf this realm. The guardians, like yourself, were chosen to safeguard the delicate equilibrium between the mystical and the mundane. The mountain ash, a conduit of ancient magic, plays a crucial role in maintaining this balance."

As they delved deeper into the mountains, they encountered ethereal beings and mythical creatures. Each step resonated with a sense of purpose, and Morekish felt the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders.

Days turned into nights, and Morekish's training as a guardian began. Under the girl's guidance, he learned to channel the energy of the mountain ash, connecting with the ancient forces that pulsed through the land. The once-faint dreams now revealed visions of a looming darkness that sought to disrupt the fragile harmony.

One night, as they stood on a precipice overlooking the vast expanse below, the girl spoke solemnly, "Morekish, the time has come. The darkness approaches, and only you can prevent its intrusion into our world. Embrace your destiny, for the mountain ash has chosen you as its protector."

With a surge of determination, Morekish nodded. The mountain ash, standing tall behind them, emitted a brilliant light, infusing him with the essence of ancient magic. The girl extended her hand, and together, they forged a bond that transcended the realms.

The journey continued, with Morekish and the girl facing challenges that tested their courage and resilience. They encountered mythical creatures, deciphered cryptic riddles, and navigated through the mystical landscapes of the mountains.

As they neared the heart of the range, the looming darkness manifested itself in a formidable force. Morekish, now attuned to the power of the mountain ash, confronted the malevolent presence with unwavering resolve. The air crackled with energy as he unleashed the ancient magic within him, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume the realm.

In the aftermath, as the first light of dawn painted the sky, the mountains seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The girl smiled at Morekish, her eyes reflecting pride and gratitude. The mountain ash, its leaves now radiant, stood as a testament to the guardian's triumph.

With the balance restored, Morekish realized that his journey was far from over. The mountain ash whispered of other realms and hidden truths, urging him to continue his quest as a guardian of the mystical.

And so, guided by the ancient wisdom of the mountain ash and accompanied by the mysterious girl, Morekish embarked on a new chapter of his destiny—a journey that transcended the boundaries of the known and embraced the infinite possibilities of the magical realms.