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| Winter Soldier | Nov 21 2011, 04:26 PM Post #1 |
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Travis Webster had lain in a wretched state for weeks now. His body had healed for the most part, with the exception of a fever that constantly ravaged his body. His brain activity was consistent with that of someone in a deep coma. But inside it was entirely different. Travis looked around at the barren landscape. It was one he didn't recognize, sandy with bits of scrub breaking the dull landscape here and there. He didn't even know how long he had been walking, but it seemed an eternity. The sun always hung overhead, it never seemed to set in this hellish land. He lifted the watersack and took a drink. Where it had come from he had no clue, but it had been a lifesaver. He trudged on through the desertous landscape. He wondered where Rian was, why she wasn't looking for him. For that matter what had happened to James and Zoe after that big damn dog had attacked. He looked up into the sky and watched an eagle flying north. It had been travelling with him for days. But now it seemed closer. He suddenly felt a wave of disorientation wash over him and then he was falling. His eyes opened, and were greeted by something he had missed for....however long. The moon and stars hung above him. "Awake finally." His head snapped to the side and he was blinded by the fire several feet away. He rolled away and came up crouching with his hand desperately searching for a weapon. The man who sat across the fire just smiled. "You search for what you do not need, what cannot help you in this place." Travis looked at the man suspiciously. "And just where is this place?" The man, who was probably just in his 20s or 30s smiled. "It is what you want it to be, Travis." ![]() "Who are you?" Travis asked, with a look that still betrayed distrust. The man nodded, "I was known as Nightwolf, of the Apache Nation. I was born on Earth, but I died among the stars." Travis laughed and nodded. "You look damn good for a dead man, Mr. Nightwolf." The Apache man shook his head. "This is not the world we live in Travis, this is your mind. You have some decisions to make." Travis eyed him cautiously and then sat in front of the fire. "I am listening." Nightwolf stood and looked to the moon. "Out there, is where you were born, and where you live now. It is where I, and so many more have been born, have spent their lives, and died." He turned and smiled, "Most humans never even see the world that spawned their species these days. In my day none had ever been born away from it." He sighed and shook his head. "Travis, you are at a crossroads. You lie in a dreamstate while your soul searches for where it belongs. I can guide you back to it, or I can free you from the bonds holding you in the world." Travis looked at the man and noticed all the lines in his face, ones that in the fire he couldn't see. "What happens either way?" The warrior turned back to him and the lines were gone. "Your brother and his wife, your friends are out there. A war is going on, many have died, hundreds have died on Terra Alpha. If you go on to the other side, many more will. If you return, you will suffer. Your heart and soul will be in agony. I cannot tell you what you must do, but I can give you the tools to fight or I can give you the freedom to travel the skies, the stars, to be whatever your soul can imagine." The man was then sitting again. "Close your eyes, and focus on your inner being. Focus on your spirit and your guide. Bring him forward and speak to him." Travis did as he was told, and in the darkness he heard the rapid beating of paws upon the ground. The creature must have been massive, and it was moving fast, but fear did not spike through him. It sounded like the tread of a dog, but it was far too large. At the last moment he opened his eyes and found before him a giant wolf. The eyes were incredibly intelligent. ![]() The words came to his mind. You are a son of the Apache nation, your blood is born of warriors, and your destiny is to fulfill the legacy left you by that blood. Your line is an ancient one. The Websters were born of the Apache and the pale ones, the blood of the Apache is strong within you. Stronger even than your brother James. It is time you take your destiny, take the inheritance granted by your blood. "I am ready," Travis's voice was a whisper and then it turned, he felt his body almost ripping itself apart and then he threw his head back and let fly a howl. It rocked the world around him and it shattered the windows of the medical facility his body had lain in. Suddenly he knew where he was. He was on Terra Alpha, and the world was his. He was the apex predator. He was the scion of Chief Nightwolf, last great warchief of the Apache nation. He was descendant of the great wolves which had once roamed the plains of the American West. And it was time that the universe heard the cries of Nightwolf's clan once more. He shrugged free of the entrapments of the medical room and pushed through the doorway and out. Then he was in the sun. He howled again and ran for the trees. He was king of those trees. In his mind's eye, he could see Nightwolf before him. Thank you, he whispered and then Nightwolf faded from even that existence. And then he let his paws and the inexhaustable muscles of the wolf carry him. |
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