1 June 2012
I sat on a log, away from the others. I needed to think, my mind was full of a thick fog that I didn't understand. Phillip stared into the distance, beyond me, and I could tell he was scared to catch my eye. I yearned to be strong, a fearsome warrior, someone nobody would want to cross. I wasn't. I was a failure, a girl who couldn't even control herself. My shadow wolf growled. After the incident with Iz, I had been able to see it, a faint whisper of what I really was. I should have been pleased with myself but I wasn't. If I was stronger, more capable, I could have saved Isadora quicker, prevented the injury. The injury that would scar her for life. Somehow, something I did when she lay dying, messed with her shadow-hare. She couldn't transform. I had stripped her only glory from her, killed the real Isadora. Crying silently, I prayed that she would find another hare, pick up another shadow animal. It had happened before. It had happened to me. I had been just a simple seeress, in a life I couldn't remember, until I found Raven. That was what I called her now, Raven, it seemed to fit her crafty personality perfectly. Isadora groaned in the distance, her wound was slow to heal. She lay exactly where I found her, Phillip and I had been unable to move her without causing any more damage. Raven ran off in response to a distant howl, her lean, muscular legs pounding away at the leaf strewn floor as she ran. Sighing, I shuffled over to Phillip and Isadora. The make-shift tent that Phillip had built around Isadora was ready, she lay sleeping soundly, the remains of my shirt and Phillip's jacket over her. "Hey." I said quietly, so I didn't wake Iz. Phillip caught my eye then smiled awkwardly. He patted the ground next to him and I cautiously accepted his invitation, leaning against a old oak. He opened his mouth to speak but I waved it away, knowing what he was going to say. " I know. It's fine. It was a thing of the moment, none of us knew what was happening. Don't worry." I grimaced, instantly knowing I had said the wrong thing. He wasn't going to apologise for what happened last night. He liked it. I liked it too, sure, but one kiss was nothing. I hardly knew him, he was just my friend. Best friend. I kept telling myself that, he was just a friend. Wasn't he? My mind screamed and my heart screamed back. I fought a mental battle, unsure of what to do. It left me distracted, an easy target for the darkness. It flooded my thoughts, smothering every last one until I succumbed to the vision.
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