Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ You and Kai ❯ To Circle a Story ( Chapter 9 )

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Merlin, Eremon, and Hallia circled a story. Merlin started the story by, "This story begins... with a creature of the forest. A wolf. This wolf called himself Hevydd. And he was lost. Not on the ground, but in his own heart. He wandered through th high hills, exploring and sleeping and hunting wherever he liked. He sat for hours upon his favorite stone, howling to the pearls of the night sky. Yet...his forest felt more like a prison, with every tree another bar o;n his cage. For Hevydd was alone-in ways he could not fathom. He hungered for anwsers, but didn't even understand the questions. He longed for companions, but didn't know where to look." With that the begining was done. Eremon filled in Merlin's part of the mud with a wolf's track.
Then Eremon continued. "Hevydd did not realize, that the forest was no cage of bars-but an endless maze of overlapping trails. Where one trail ended, another on began. Deer loped this way; badgers ran that. A spider dropped from one branch; a squirrel climbed another. Along the floor slithered a newborn snake; across the sky soared a pair of eagles. Each of these trails connected to each other, so that when the wolf padded along the ridge by himself, he was really traveling alongside all the others. Even when he veered from his path to stalk his next meal, the trails of hunter and hunted became one. So Hevydd did not notice when the last oaked perished, causing the squirrels to move away. Nor did he mourn when plague struck the rabbits' warren, killng every single one of them. Nor did he mark the day when the yellow-backed butterflies stopped flitting through the groves, along with the jays and ravens who dined upon them." When he stopped he drew the prints of all the animals he named, and more in his portion.
Then Hallia started her part.forest grew quieter...by the day. So very quiet. Fewer birds chattered in the branches; fewer beasts strolled through the underbrush. From his stone on the ridge, though, Hevydd howled more often. He howled from greater hunger, since food was more scarce. And he howled, as, well from greater loneliness...The day arrived...that a new creature entered the forest...This creature came...with arrows and blades. Stealthily, craftily, he approached Hevydd's howling stone. No birds remained to rise skyward in warning. No animals scattered from his path. And no one was left to mourn when the man killed Hevydd...and cut out his heart."