Prologue:
How far would you run to follow your own path? “The Spirit of the Wolf,” is a short story novel about a young lady. She is tired of living her life by the traditions of others. One night she decides to run away. Little does she know what would await her among the dark shadows. She soon discovers that you can’t run from fate. She can either accept her destiny or continue to run in circles.
Chapter One: I Said No!
Atsila forcefully scurry, past spectators and her father, as she enters into her sleeping quarters. Rose her childhood friend trails behind. Atsila rests in front of an already lit fire while visualizing her dictating future and that of her current choices.
“Where are you going? Atsila,” Rose calls out as she wanders towards her friend.
“Rose, thank you, for caring for my safety, but I will not be put into a situation to marry someone I don’t love or know,” answers Atsila.
Rose interrupts Atsila, “You are his only daughter. Please don’t leave without trying to resolve your discomfort about the matter.”
Atsila, reacts to Rose with stress, “I love my father, The Chief, but even you know he is
a man without reasoning. Rose, is anyone outside?”
“No,” Rose responds.
Atsila decides to wait until the moon is at its peak before she disappears.
“Where will you go? I know I can’t change your mind. Did you pack enough food and items to stay warm?” Rose asks, as she paces the cold damp floor.
“Rose, don’t cry! I have trust in the Great Creator and Mother Earth to protect me and guide me safely towards my path. We have known each other since we were kids. My choice to leave will not be the end. I will see you again my friend,” Atsila said to Rose.
Rose internally prays that Atsila will return safely home after she discovers her sacred path. After their final words, to each other, Atsila turns away and creeps outside into the misty blank of cold.
Chapter Two: Who’s out there?
With a few narrow twigs breaking under her feet, the moonlight and stars shining, Atsila tiptoes from the sight of her village. She continues to walk, she begins to see her life flash before her eyes, a teardrop falls from her cheek. Through the shadowy woodlands, cold and windy, Atsila asks Mother Earth to shield her from the winds.
She questions herself, “Did I make the right choice to leave everything I ever knew? Will my father miss me? Will he be angry with me? Will he even recognize that I am gone?” Atsila echoes the questions in her mind with each footstep.
“Whooooo,” says an unknown source, which can be heard faintly in the darkness.
“Who’s there,” Atsila asks in a squatty voice.
“Whooooo, Whooooo,” the unknown source repeats again.
“Hello,” Atsila inquires once more.
She stops walking and investigates the source. Atsila’s heart beats rapidly as her nervousness displays. She’s startled by the sight of a tree shadow that looks like a monster.
Fortunately, the unknown source is only an owl that launches past her from the shadows. Weary from her travels, she decides to find refuge for the night. Atsila walks over to an empty site, apart from the surrounding trees. On the ground fifty-feet from where she, stood to the right, gathers wood pieces, branches of all sizes, that she finds beneath her trembling feet. She produces a warm fire while preparing to settle down. Still kneeling by her sleeping pallet she turns her head to the sound of invisible footsteps.
Chapter Three: His Return
Atsila asks, “Who’s there? Hello. Not again,” she whispered openly. With no reply she ignored the noise. Thinking that it could just be another animal, she lays down as her body soaks into the cozy sleeping place.
“I have been waiting for you, for a very long time,” a male’s voice says.
Believing that she must be dreaming while falling asleep, she recloses her tired eyes.
“I have been waiting for you, for a very long time,” the male’s voice repeats.
Sitting up Atsila is in a half state of sleep. She yawns and tries to wake herself. She opens her eyes to the sight of a wolf. In disbelief that the wolf in front of her eyes could be communicating with her without speaking, she turns over to lie back down. When Atsila finally falls asleep the wolf moves near, places its’ restful head upon her sleeping pallet, and guards her until daylight.
When Atsila awakens the wolf is gone.
“Was I dreaming? Did I really see a wolf? “Was it a Spirit?” she wonders. Atsila sits on top of a short clean-looking log and chews on some bread she took with her before leaving home. She is at peace. The birds are chirping, the sun warmly touches her face, and a cool breeze passes by lifting her long dark her. Before the sun reaches the top of the trees Atsila decides to gather her belongings and continue her journey.
All day she walks without a clue as to where she is going. The fiery sun had begun to dip back into the earth and the moon made itself known. Wanting to take refuge before the moon completely covers the sky Atsila walks near and enters into a desert and well conceal cave.
Outside of the cave set countless rows of magnificent bright flowers and an abundance of wildlife. The cave’s entrance embeds a large polished frame of earth tone marble stones. The inside of the cave, she notices, has four large chambers. And there is an exposed back passage which leads outwards into a beautiful tropical enclosed waterfall with a pool.
Chapter Four: Waya’s Chase
After witnessing the beauty of nature Atsila turns around and heads back towards the crown of the cave. Atsila walks midway and becomes aware of footsteps emerging. Atsila races frighteningly towards the entry; but, she is shocked that the same harmless, gentle wolf from her previous night is in the middle of the opened route. Atsila, trying to show no fear in her eyes, stops running and begins to walk slowly.
Atsila begins to yell in frustration, “Wolf, what are you? Why have you been following me? Are you a Spirit Protector?”
She runs out of questions as the wolf looks at her without understanding. She begins to question her mental state.
“You’re not crazy,” a male’s voice says.
Atsila looks around but there is no one else in the cave other than the wolf and herself.
“Show Yourself!” Atsila yells at the wolf who she believes is a demon of tricky.
“As you desire,” the man’s voice says.
With the blink of an eyelid the wolf, what stands before her, is a handsome man.
“Who are you? Where did you come from? What do you want?” Atsila questions the man.
“My name is Waya. I’m sorry, I can’t let you leave. We were meant to find each other,” the man says in a firm voice.
Petrified that she will never see her village, friends, or father again, with all her might she dashes pass him. Waya lets out a disturbing cry and transforms back into a wolf.
Atsila forgets about the sounds passing over her as she leaps out of the opening into the dim midnight air. Atsila does not look back or stop as she frantically launches through the forest with only the moons’ light to guide her. She runs, stirring up the dirty, like a raging horse who no mortal can detain. Something catches her left foot and she falls down a slope into a muddy ditch. Out of the corner of her brown eyes she notices the other wolves, which were chasing behind her earlier, so Atsila lies on her stomach and crawls towards an aged tree. She knows that she can’t outrun them, so she decides that her best choice will be to hide. Then heavy rains begin to fall.
“Find Her!” Waya’s voice demands to the other wolves.
The rain hides Atsila’s scent and makes her invisible from the wolves so she takes her time to safely climb up a tree until she finds a secure branch to set on. Atsila can hear the wolves, as they communicated back and forth with each other, but she can not see them. For what seems like hours, the pack franticly hunts for her. Atsila attempts not to focus on the lightning or thundering and sits motionless, resembling an owl bunching up, in a thick leaf covered tree. Without warning she hears a cracking sound and she sees herself falling.
“Help me, Mother Earth, Help Me!” Atsila shouts out with fear.
White energies appear around Atsila, before she hits the ground, she involuntary transforms into a beautiful snow-white wolf. She hits the ground and lands on her side.
She moans and the sound sweeps through the forest. In seconds, Atsila is surrounded, by wolves with piercing white glowing eyes. She hears footsteps and knows their Waya’s. Each footstep sends shock waves into her stationary body. Atsila is helpless. Every bone in her body feels broken into tiny pieces. She creates no fuss while tears flood her eyes. And she gazes at the man, with long dark hair, coming towards her.
“Silly, Silly girl!” Waya steadfastly said.
Waya lowers himself to the ground and meets her eyes. He is enraged by Atsila’s decision to run from him, and cause herself undesirable harm, but his love for her overtook him. He tenderly touches her face and Atsila turns to her human form. He picks her up carefully and heads back towards the cave. Atsila, for now, doesn’t care about fighting or running. She positions her sore arms around Waya’s neck and presses her head against his chest closing her eyes.
Chapter Five: Trapped
Atsila spends many sunny days and full moons with Waya; she is neither a prisoner nor free to return home to her people. Not hearing a sound, Atsila peaks her head out of the mouth of the cave. She notices two brownish wolves resting, among the rows of flower beds, by the passage. She spots four other wolves sitting on a ledge that overlooks the cave.
“Where would you like to go?” Waya whispers into her right ear from behind.
“Home,” Atsila said, sadly with fire raging in her eyes.
She stubbornly walks pass him and begins to remove her garments. She runs down the passage splashing into the waterfall’s enclosed pool. Atsila knew the wolves where around; they were always near, even if nothing was in sight.
Waya, provides the best of whatever Atsila needs (foods, dressings of silk, and animal hides). She has plenty of protection and privacy, but she does not understand why she is so discontent and so furious with him, outside of not being allowed to return to her people. Atsila sat there across from him with her thoughts drifting away. She remains cautious not to drift too far. He knew her physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally; as if, they were eternal soul mates which neither Death nor Time could part.
Chapter Six: The Unity of Souls
The Shape-shifter hovers over her. His dark marble eyes intensely set upon her firm petite frame. Waya’s hands embellish her long-wild hair, red-sandy skin, and dark brown eyes. With the stars dazzling above, Atsila embraces his body, her indulgent damp lips kiss the folds of Waya’s skin. Each one’s touch releases energy of light, around and around until they are engulfed. The sun rose and set, but their passion, hunger, and intensity does not rest.
Atsila’s rosy cheeks smile at Waya, from the tropical enclosed pool, as she holds their newborn in her arms and softly washes it. Waya decides to remove his unnecessary clothing and joins his mate in the water. He gently touches her face with the back of his hand as she embraces his company. Waya knows Atsila is planning to try and leave, but he chooses not to confront her. He allows her to plan an escape, knowing that she will wait, several weeks before taking action.
“Atsila, where are you going?” Waya fussily probed her.
“I refuse to continue to stay here. I will not let us live isolated. I will not let our child live isolated,” said Atsila.
She does not answer anymore of Waya’s questions. He stays at a distance striding the floor, but anticipating her every move. With a few items packed, Atsila drew closer to the entrance and out into the bright sun kissing her skin. She looked at Waya with pain and love in her eyes, and then she ran. Atsila knew Waya would find her. She knew that he could not resist the chase; and she knew that she would never part from him in life or death.
Atsila, held her new born tightly to her breast and like an eagle trying to reach Heaven, she soars. As swift as the wind and strong like the earth she shattered everything under her feet. Several minutes of silence precede and abruptly Atsila is startled when she hears a thunderous scream, Awwhooo, Awwhoooooo!!!! Then without cause Atsila can not stay focus and her eyes become tire.
Atsila, mentions to herself, “What’s going on? What’s happening to me?”
As her speed reduces Atsila takes seven staggering steps forward and falls to the ground.
Waya arrives to see his mate asleep and their child safely cradled in her arms.
“Shhh,” mom needs her sleep,” Waya whispers to the baby as he affectionately picks the newborn up.
When Atsila wakes up from her slumber she is surprised to see Rose’s face. After a few moments of sitting up she realizes she is back in her village. She looks around, but to her surprise nothing had been altered. And she quickens to her feet.
“Rose, you won’t believe the dream I had, it felt so real. I ran away from the village because my father ordered me to marry a stranger. I meet and was held captive by a Shape-Shifter. I loved him and we had a child together;and then I tried to run back to the village, but I never made it. I was afraid I would never see you or father again,” Atsila said.
“I am sorry Atsila, but you did not have a dream,” said Rose.
”What do you mean?” asks Atsila.
“Everything that you said about your dream was true. You did run away because your father ordered you to marry a stranger. You did meet and was held captive by a Shape-Shifter. And you did love him and there was a child conceived,” said Rose to Atsila.
Atsila could not believe what she was being told. In shock, she sat down on a small wooden stool and tries to digest what Rose told her and that facts of her own personal encounter.
“Rose, how did I… , why are you giggling?” Atsila asks Rose. She did not know if she should find her questions amusing, like her best friend did, or stumble out of Rose’s presence like an infuriated storm.
“Rose, how did I get back here?” Atsila asks again, but this time her voice was not amused.
“Waya,” Rose replies.
“What!” Atsila said , as her face lite up like the redist war paint that man had ever created.
Rose starts, “You said you would not be forced to marry someone you did not love or know.”
“So, you and my father tricked me,” Atsila confronted Rose.
“No,” Rose exchanged.
Rose continues, “Your father and I just wanted you to learn on your own, that the very thing and person you were running from, was the very thing and person that you where destine to be with. You just had to experience it yourself, alone.”
Just then Waya walks in, holding his and Atsila’s child in his arms; and Atsila’s, father follows behind Waya standing to the right of him.
Without a second for Atsila to react, Rose looks directly at Atsila and says, “At least you’ve returned home safely after finding your sacred path!”
THE END
Notes from the Aurthor
THE SPIRIT OF THE WOLF
Dedicated to:
Ms. Parker/ Sgt. Major Wright,
for always believing in me.
Mrs. Richardson,
for reading my first short story in her 7th grade class and telling me I was a writer.
To my Parents (Myrick and Ming),
for always telling me to be better than you and excel in my dreams and in life.
Friends/Strangers,
for your kindness in my darkest hours.
To my soul-mate,
wherever you are, be safe, until God send’s you back.
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