One misplaced footfall. One small miscalculation. Then your life ends.
The same lines rung through my head as I watched, eyes struck with horror, as the silver male who was just laughing along with me was now oozing a very scary pool of blood.
Snarling, I shifted forms, my fangs ripping the flesh off the back of the evil brute that was slowly killing my friend. It growled out in pain, slashing into my left side as I pounced onto it's back, tearing it's flesh with razor sharp claws.
Dropping to the floor, the evil creature's flesh torn to shreds, I shifted back and hurried over to the fading silver form.
Slipping in the deep crimson blood, I kneeled next to him, tears already brimming my vision as I took a look at his wounds. My face instantly paled to a paper white as I watched the blood seep out from a ghastly wound that punctured his abdomen.
Tears slid down my soft cheeks as my tail instantly curled around me, I grasped onto his hand tightly, hoping to hold onto his life like this.
His weak eyes opened and looked up at me, the pain was shown in his eyes.
It twisted my inside in knots.
"Hush. . . Don't cry. . . Everything is going to be alright. . . You're safe." He whispered carefully, reaching a crimson stained hand to wipe away my tears, leaving a smear of blood in it's place.
I gripped his other hand with my free one tightly, "P-Please Gonzales. Don't leave. . . Stay here. Please." I begged silently. "Please live. . . I know you can."
Gonzales hushed me ever so softly, hardly audible. He seemed to be smiling as he spoke, his eyes shut now, "Do you remember that tree we used to sit in as kids? The apple tree?" He questioned silently.
I nodded before answering softly, my voice faltering a bit, "Yeah. . . What about it?"
He grinned as one of my tears hit his cheek gently before sliding down his face, "It's bigger. . . Much bigger. You keep climbing. You keep telling me to go up. . . You s-say that we can watch the sunset b-better from up there."
My tears fell heavier as they began to lightly drum on his cheek. I shook my head softly, "Don't go up Gonzales. Please. Stay here with me. You're the only friend I have left. Please." I begged softly.
He kept his weak smile, the blood still oozing out from him tauntingly, I gently pulled his head onto my lap. I removed his head piece off carefully, petting his silver hair back softly, remembering how I used to play with it when nobody else was allowed to.
I can't lose my best friend.
I sang a soft lullaby to him, it was a song he taught me a long time ago. I thought I had long forgotten the lyrics, but they came freely as they bounced off my tongue. The words and their proper punctuation flowed freely from my mouth as I sung to him.
"Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
Der Vater hüt't die Schaf.
Die Mutter schüttelt's Bäumelein,
Da fällt herab ein Träumelein.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
Am Himmel ziehn die Schaf.
Die Sternlein sind die Lämmerlein,
Der Mond, der ist das Schäferlein.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
So schenk' ich dir ein Schaf.
Mit einer goldnen Schelle fein,
Das soll dein Spielgeselle sein.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf."
He opened his eyes as I finished, the deep silver I once knew was almost a milky white as I started into them. He smiled gently as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my furry ear.
I sniffled, my tears blurring my vision, "Gonzales please. . . Don't die." I begged again, hoping he would bounce onto the balls of his feet and continue to progress along.
But I knew better.
"I-I'm . . . s-s-sorry. . . " He whispered as he struggled for his last breath.
I watched silently as the tears streamed freely down my face, I watched as my best friend faded away into nothingness.
It's all my fault.
His body was limp in my arms as I stood, picking him up.
There was no way I was ever going to leave him alone.
As I carried him I sung softly, there was no point in screaming for him to come back. I sung a little tune I had learned after overhearing him sing it in his sleep a handful of times.
Bist du bei mir, geh ich mit Freuden
Zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh.
Ach, wie vergnügt wär so mein Ende,
Es drückten deine schönen Hände
Mir die getreuen Augen zu.
As I placed him in the grave, tears continued to fall into it, leaving wet stains on his silver robes as I buried my last friend.
I was all alone.
The shade from the apple tree kept his grave safe from harm, which gave me a bit of relief. I began to walk back in towards the castle, but turned my head to the side, whispering softly. A sentence hardly audible, a sentence that meant departure but a coming reunion soon.
The two wolves bounded through the darkness, one a tall snow white and one a much shorter light yellow toned one. They chased after the clawed demon, desperate for the blood to ooze out slowly.
Just as it did years ago.
The smaller of the two caught up to the clawed demon and brought it down easily. After making sure the evil creature was dead, the small one shifted into a male of about fourteen years of age. His blonde hair covered his caramel brown eyes and his clothing consisted of silver robes.
Just like his.
The snowy white wolf shifted into a woman with bright golden eyes. She looked at her son encouragingly, "Good job `Zales. You're making your uncle proud." She stated softly, her eyes showing a glint of pain for a moment before it was hidden once more.
The young male, also named Gonzales, looked outside the window towards the apple tree. Flowers grew where the overturned soil was, beautiful and blooming.
The blonde male shook his long hair out of his eyes as he placed his hand on the window gently.
"You're my reason to survive."