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''Eventually, there was a clearing, where three wolves were. One had unusually massive, pink eyes, one a mouth that reached from ear to ear, and one with three tails, that looked like they could reach the sky, that rest on the ground. Hixlaroh landed carefully, slowly, and afraid.''
 
''Eventually, there was a clearing, where three wolves were. One had unusually massive, pink eyes, one a mouth that reached from ear to ear, and one with three tails, that looked like they could reach the sky, that rest on the ground. Hixlaroh landed carefully, slowly, and afraid.''
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''"We've been waiting!" The big-mouthed one loudly barked. "What do you mean?" Hixlaroh blinked her amber eyes, confused quite a bit. "Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!" The big mouthed one stood, with an eerie grin. "Fly that-a way! Fly that-a way!" He pointed. Hixlaroh gave a confused look, until the other two joined in. "Fly that-a way! Fly that-a way!"''
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''"Now?" Hixlaroh blinked a few times. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" They chanted. Hixlaroh began flying 'that-a way', north. She had just met them, and probably would never see them again, but oh well. They were kinda creepy, anyway. Her wings were suddenly rested, even if she had only stopped for a few minutes.''
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''Hixlaroh flew for hours, but it felt like seconds. She saw a mountain. That was probably what they wanted her to go to. "Thanks..." She quietly whispered, as if they could hear her. "You're welcome!" Their voices rang in her head. "You're doing great!" They encouraged.''
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''"That's either me, or the big-mouthed one can do that..." Hixlaroh grumbled, slightly disoriented by that. The mountain started forming into better vision after awhile. Her feathers suddenly realized how tired she was, talons flinching. Her wings flapped a few more times to gain altitude.''
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''Finally, she landed at the foot of the mountain. It's grand size was almost amazing, and Hixlaroh looked around for anything of help. "Land ontop! Land ontop! Land ontop!" Those three wolves' chanting reached her mind. Hixlaroh shook her head, listening and flying again. She didn't care about how tired.''
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''Hixlaroh huffed as she flew, finally ontop. There was a whole in the clouds. She was surprised when she saw a wolf pup. It was Jinx! Hixlaroh knew it was the vision, taking position on the side.''
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''"Come out, Wisp!" Jinx shrieked. "Come out!" He repeated, until the whole dissappeared, and like a tornado-funnel, came down the wisp. Hixlaroh could hear the pup's thoughts. "If I'm being told that if I bite that lighter part of it's body, it will hurt, I'll loose myself, but it'll get rid of it..."''
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''That was Jinx's thoughts? But...''
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''Jinx lunged, biting into the middle of the body. He dangled, and the wisp let out a terrifying shriek. The pain reoccured, all over him. He was going through everything, but the middle was firmly clamped in his jaws. His paws were deteriorating into shadows.''
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''Jinx was still the equivalent of Hixlaroh's age, how, why!? How was he so brave, unlike...''
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''Hixlaroh watched with massive eyes, feathers puffed out with fear. The wisp deteriorated as he did, until all Jinx was, was a shadow, printed thinly on the ground. The wisp was gone. The heart of it, where he had bit, was on the ground, right in the middle of the mountaintop.''
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''The funnel-like thing sucked it up into the sky, the whole returning. The vision stopped abruptly, Hixlaroh shuddering violently. What was she going to do?''
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''She positioned herself, Shrieking to the sky. "Come out, Wisp!" She shrieked what felt like millions of times. Nothing came, nothing even changed. "I probably was led here to get a hint, but..." She whispered under her breath, collapsing. Her body printed into the snow, like an angel.''
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''"Wake up, Hixlaroh. Wake up." She awoke to a cold feeling, colder than the snow that was around her. It was Jinx. His voice sounded sad. "Jinx..." Hixlaroh whispered, having not seen him for a week by now. "I'm not going to stop you Hixlaroh..." Jinx whispered.''
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''"How did you know, though?" Hixlaroh blinked a few times. "Because, I did. From the very start. About you in the snow, the void, the everything." Jinx grumbled. "Oh..." Hixlaroh looked away. But when she looked back, he was gone. Her eyes seemed saddened.''
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''"I'll be with you, wherever you go, Hixlaroh." She heard his voice faintly, from the whole in the sky it seemed.''
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''A burst of hope flew through her mind, eyes gleaming with sudden determination. Whatever it was, the wisp probably had waited, and now that he was able to, was going to steal power to get a body. Hixlaroh huddled there, brooding and musing about what to do.''
   
 
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T h e m e S o n g: ☀https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKGmoyuUvyU


P R O L O U G E

C h a r a c t e r s I n t r o d u c e d :

Molotiya - Unofficially

Rahkama - Unofficially


The icy cold snow cascaded down in their small, mysterious and odd flakes, speckling the midnight sky. The trees gently swayed in the iced rain's fall. A mysterious, yet somehow beautiful, slender wolf silently stepped under the bathing moonlight. Her eyes were a lovely purple, but delicate tears of blood fell down from her eyes. The mysterious wolf faded from sight, pure white tail oscillating gently, and paws drawing something in the thin blanket of soft, white fall. The drawing was being drawn on it's last line, when the odd wolf faded completely. A single, yet tiny droplet of blood dripped onto the middle. The owls above screeched as if they were furious at this. One owl, young and fragile, swooped down, her blind eyes blinking. The owl bent down, digging her beak into the drawing in oddity. It's shrill cry felt like it rumbled the delicate snowfall, wings flapping until it was airborne again. It closed it's eyes, then opened them again after a few crisp seconds. Unlike she had been, ever since birth, the owl could see. Her speckled feathers almost burst to joy. Yet, the image faded, and though she could still see now, Her eyes stayed white. The owl flew high in the cloudy night, swooping, gliding.


C H A P T E R 1

C h a r a c t e r s I n t r o d u c e d :

Narshai

Hixlaroh

Jinx

Rahkama - Officially


The snow cascaded down on a fox and an owl. Both were adults. "Rahkama, do you enjoy the snow?" The fox rasped. An owl chick, offspring of the owl, scuttled around in the snow. Rahkama, The grown owl, had pure white, sad eyes. "Narshai, I do." Rahkama slowly murmured. "Hixlaroh, careful." Narshai's narrow snout moved little as she said this. The small owl chick looked at Rahkama. "But..." She whispered, breath frosting in the cold air. "When has it last stopped snowing? It felt like ages ago..." Narshai's head tilted. "Hixlaroh, I mean it." Rahkama finaled to her chick. Hixlaroh's sharp talons made prints in the snow as she waddled up to her mother. Narshai's swollen belly made her getting up a small struggle, standing. Her tiny footprints were almost invisible in the thick snow. Rahkama followed, her chick hopping after.

They walked into a crowded, almost snowbound cave. There were many animals. A large wolf glanced at Narshai. "Welcome back, Caretaker Rahkama and Narshai. And of course, Youth Hixlaroh." One huge black shadow welcomed them in. "Hello, Zinlia Jinx." Narshai rasped. "Do not seem so official, Caretaker Narshai." The shadow, Jinx's mouth moved barely, almost completely appearing not to fit the words. Nobody smiled at his sarcasm. Jinx dissapeared in an almost creepy way, shadow tearing to bits and flying to the center and dissapearing.

"Will the snow ever stop, mommy?" Hixlaroh chirped, staring out from their warm cave. "It's been snowing long before you were born, Hix, And I doubt it will." Her mother murmured in despair. Hixlaroh cocked her fluffy head. "Can I ever go out there and explore? Can you at least tell me about what's out there?" She longed to stare out at the lovely white blanket forever, to play in it, to feel it's odd tingling on her feathers. "I can tell you what's out there. But to explore out there, is something forbidden. There are little spots of snow, about a mile long and wide every single spot, that have, warm snow. We live in one. They are the only places that the snow can sustain creatures, for there is not a night or day, even if you wait fortnights, that snow does not fall. But it doesn't drown us, you see, dear? Out of our warm snow circle, it's so deep, and so dangerous. We don't know why there is warm snow, though, Hixlaroh." The mother owl murmured softly at her chick.

"It sounds dangerous, mother. But will I ever leave this warm snow spot? Am I, forever to stay here? I hear Jinx goes out all the time." Hixlaroh chirped, staring longingly up at her mother's warm face. "There's magic in every warm snow spot, every flake has magic. Jinx handles that magic to survive out there, and make sure we're all safe. He's a wonderful leader. But the magic will slowly corrupt anyone who uses it. Which is why, Jinx takes it all. He doesn't want us to die. You should stay here, as long as you can, Hixlaroh." She softly breathed.

"But mother, I want to explore. I want to, be like Jinx. But is the magic corrupting him? Is that why he's a shadow? Some of the females talk about how Jinx used to be a handsome young wolf." Hixlaroh's eyes softened. "Yes. He was likely to have many pups and a beautiful wife. But he did this, he saved us all, at the cost of all his form and all his looks. You see, back when he was a wolf, another opposing tribe, from a warm spot many'a mile away, was attacking, because they wanted more warm snow to use as territory, one could say. Back then, nobody, no tribe, would be daring enough to use the magic from the snow. We were all doomed. Back then, I was just a chick. I was blind, you see?" Rahkama hushed her chick, hinting her white eyes.

"Jinx risked his life, his lovely form, all his life and pride, and used the corrupted magic. He fended them off, and nobody dares oppose our tribe because of his magic. That's howcome he's leader, my dear. Now, now, let's get away from the cold winds that are blowing in. Let's go play with the others, would you like that?" Rahkama lightly groomed her child's head. "Alright..." Hixlaroh sighed, eyes flashing at the delightful blanket that lay outside. She and her mother walked back in, deeper into the cave. There were wolves, foxes, birds of prey, cats of all sizes, rats, mice, and so many more. Hixlaroh glanced around, finding a group of fellow youth playing around nearby. "I wonder, if there wasn't so much snow, all the rats and mice, and wolves and foxes, wouldn't get along. I wonder if chaos would break out, because there would be no need to work together." Hixlaroh asked herself, waddling over to the others.


C H A P T E R 2

C h a r a c t e r s I n t r o d u c e d :

Zurr

Yashm

Juun

Lohkun


"Hixlaroh, you have such a big advantage over us!" A mouse whined. "B-But Zurr, I wanna play, too." Hixlaroh shuffled her thick talons. "Fine. But try and go easy, okay?" A different mouse that had a tan pelt with white splotches here and there scuffled, whiskers twitching. Narshai laughed from the corner, supervising the youthful creatures. "Got it!" Hixlaroh chirped, jumping a bit. "So, who all is playing, Juun?" She added to the little white-splotched mouse.

"Me, Zurr, I'm guessing you, and also Yashm." The little tan mouse replied. "Awwight. Where's Yashm?" Hixlaroh stared into the little mice's eyes. Before anyone could speak, a thick young leopard cub strutted up. "Huh-ere!" The little snow leopard grinned. "Good, Yashm. Now, what should we all play?" Zurr mused.

"How 'bout, Tag?" Yashm smirked. "Tag? You're so on!" Juun squeaked, running in a circle. "Who's it first?" Hixlaroh cocked her fluffy head. "Ee'll be first." Yashm's whiskers twiddled a bit. "Alright... 3, 2, 1, GO!" Zurr laughed, and everyone bolted away from the it.

Narshai shook her head with a smile, when Juun hid behind her and Yashm was chasing Hixlaroh. Juun grumbled as Narshai pushed her out from behind her, making Yashm see her and direct his attention to her, instead. Yashm leapt, stumbling and failing to get her as Juun scampered out of the way. He scoffed, looking at Zurr, who he sprinted at. "Zurr's it!"

Before another even mumble of a word was spoken, the ground underneath everyone's feet rumbled for a few seconds. A few inquired to others what it possibly could've been. "Where's Jinx?" Lohkun, a beautiful she-wolf, sibling to Jinx, commanded. "I hear he's been out of the snow spot recently." Rahkama answered swiftly. Lohkun snorted, shaking her head in anger. "Seriously? I need to talk to him about the rumbli-" She was interrupted by a cold feeling. Jinx.

He was printed onto a nearby wall. Little shreds of shadow formed into a wolf. "Jinx, did you feel that rumbling?" Rahkama inquired. Hixlaroh and the other youth had stopped playing, confused and worried. "Yes. That is why I returned. It was a mere shifting of the plates of earth; A small earth-quake. It ruptured some of the snow, but that's all." Jinx spoke clearly, yet his mouth barely moved, yet not at all following his words. His shadow seemed fainter than usual. "Jinx, did the moving of the snow hurt your ability to show yourself as a shadow?" Hixlaroh chirped with worry plastering her voice to be quiet.

"Yes." Jinx answered the chick. He slowly faded. "Jinx left. He's probably going to sleep, to regain power." Lohkun sighed. "Good grief..." Narshai rolled her eyes as she whispered this. Everyone went back to their business. Hixlaroh saw nobody was looking, and waddled over to the exit. The snow was as thick as any other time of the day. She made sure nobody was looking, hopping her way out. Hixlaroh flapped her wings, becoming airborne, which was something she only recently learned how to do.

Her wings felt the cold air, and her feathers were brushing past slickly in the air pressure she was flying at. She was planning on seeing what was outside the snow spot. The snow was falling, speckling her brown feathers, and it was warm. As she was aiming for the far reaches of the snow spot, the snow started getting cold, and the winds were growing harder, making flying a bit more of a struggle.

She began loosing her straight as the wind defied her every flap. The snow was now freezing cold, just like ice, like it was suppose to be. It tingled and began hurting and getting sore in some places, as the wind also was making it hard. Hixlaroh breathed violently, shutting her eyes tight. She felt the strength draining from her wings, beginning to fall. Her talons gripped tight, plummeting into the snow.

She lay there. Hixlaroh was on the brink of the cold snow. "Why did I have to do this... It took me an hour to get this far, and now, I might die." She whispered, falling unconsious.


C H A P T E R 3

C h a r a c t e r s I n t r o d u c e d :

N/A


Snow felt cold on her, awaking. She hadn't been unconsious long, as she was only semi-buried in it. Her strength wasn't at all returned, slowly stumbling up onto her talons. Hixlaroh never had been the most talented flier. Her eyes glanced around, seeing where she had actually fainted, being a few feet away. She stumbled over to it, the border between the cold snow and warm snow. Hixlaroh touched the borderline's snow. It surprised her. It wasn't cold, it wasn't warm, it didn't have any temperature at all. It felt like nothing, it felt cold, hot, and nothing at the same time. Hixlaroh got shivers from it's odd feeling.

She looked up at the sky. For the first time in her entire life, she saw something. The sky was blue instead of light-grey. Hixlaroh's eyes widened. The clouds tore into a ravine-like shape, and on the border, it was like a sunny day, and no snow fell. Hixlaroh collapsed, staring up at the brightness of it. She rolled over. For hours she just lay there and admired it. Her strength had returned rather fast, as she stood. "I'm going to see what's above the clouds, no matter what." She whispered, bursting up into the air. Hixlaroh was soaring up towards the sky, and the air was getting thinner.

Hixlaroh gasped. The second she passed above cloud level, the clouds had turned invisible. Instead of the barren, snowy wasteland she normally would see from this height, it was green, with blossoming trees. No snow fell, and it was dry. "Is this how it would look... Without snow?" She gasped, eyes twinkling as she stared at the long grass flowing at the wind's pace. Her wings trembled, air still so thin it hurt her lungs. Awe-stricken, Hixlaroh stared for hours, seeing her cave, and flowers. The thin air finally got to her, beginning to fall. But Hixlaroh didn't seem to care. As she fell through the clouds, Her feathers got soaked, and the snow was still falling. She was back in the real, cursed, snowy world.

She expected to fall into the thick snow, and die. Hixlaroh was too shocked to do anything. The second she hit the ground, expectantly to die, she felt something cold on her back. "Jinx!" Hixlaroh gasped, snapping back into her senses. "Hixlaroh, what were you doing? Everyone is worried and you were going above the clouds." Jinx scolded, having caught her. "I... I..." Hixlaroh sighed. "I've been watching you, the second you left the cave. It was brave, but that was not right. Come now." He carried her back to the cave.

As Jinx carried her, Hixlaroh could only think of what she had just saw, and how wonderful it had been to her. The snow speckled her feathers, but she didn't care. Jinx though, had such a cold presence, it might have been colder than the cold snow, she kept thinking. "Why are you cold, Jinx?" She asked hesitantly, staring at the shadowy figure that just barely existed. Jinx stayed silent, continuing to carry her.

The cave came into eyeshot rather fast. Jinx was walking slower than when he had began. Rahkama ran out when she saw them walking towards their cave. "Hixlaroh! Jinx!" She cried out loudly, and stopped in front of them. Her massive eyes were frightened and worried. Hixlaroh hopped off Jinx, waddle-treading through the snow to Rahkama with a guilty look in her amber eyes.

"Hixlaroh, never do that again... Jinx, how'd you find he-" Rahkama was interrupted by a huge rumble in the ground. Jinx seemed distressed suddenly, his shadow slightly shredding when this rumbling happened. It then started to shake back, and forth. The snow parted, almost, just slimly not, showing the underearth that resided under the snow. Hixlaroh hyperventilated, looking at Jinx in confusement. Jinx wasn't saying a word, but was shredding and re-forming almost every second.


C H A P T E R 4

C h a r a c t e r s I n t r o d u c e d :

Molotiya - Officially

This constant rumbling kept going, not even when it would've seemed if it was an earthquake would've opened up the ground already. "R U N I N S I D E!" Jinx's voice seemed torn violently, and was louder than he had ever raised it before. Hixlaroh cringed, being dragged violently in by her mother. Inside the cave, it wasn't rumbling at all. Everyone seemed calm, as if nothing was happening. "W-Wha..?" Hixlaroh whispered, staring outside. The second they had gone inside, a figure had appeared.

A lovely she-wolf, with delicate purple eyes were tearful with droplets of blood constantly, was standing there with Jinx. They silently stared at each other, for what felt to Hixlaroh like an eternity. The she-wolf gave a smile, a very faint one, and the lines of the staining blood on her fur that was always coming from her eyes didn't cease. "J i n x." She whispered, just loud enough for Hixlaroh to hear. "Molotiya, leave. You aren't suppose to be here." Jinx snarled, mouth still not fitting his mouth.

"B u t J i n x , I A m H a r m l e s s." Molotiya said as if she really meant it. Jinx didn't reply fast at all. "The warmth of the snow spots is not to be used." He ordered, as if he knew something. " B u t Y o u U s e I t." Molotiya stepped closer to him. "I use it for my tribe's good. You will use it for evil. I will not allow it." Jinx snapped, shadowy tail lashing.

"Molotiya, you've stolen too many warm snow spot's warmth from their inhabitants many times. But this warm snow spot has a defender, and you will not steal this warmth if I can help it." Jinx snarled. "B u t W i t h T h e M a g i c, I, I, I, I, C a n R u l e, A n d F i x The C u r s e!" Molotiya begged. "You've told every defender that, and they each fell for it. By now you'd have the power. All your doing is stealing the magic and storing it away." Jinx commanded.

They went silent for a moment. Molotiya's blood tears still were falling into the snow. "Molotiya, storing and stealing the magic is hurting you. Why do you think you always are crying blood, even when you're happy?!" Jinx burst out in a shout. Hixlaroh listened silently from the cave, but nobody else seemed to care about the shouting outside. Jinx stepped until he was only inches away from Molotiya.

"I W i l l S t e a l Y o u r W a r m S n o w S o m e d a y, J i n x. A n d W i t h I t ' s P o w e r, I S h a l l L i v e, L i v e" She hesitated for a brisk second. "F o r e v e r." Molotiya whispered, her breath icing as it was forced out of her nose. Hixlaroh narrowed her massive eyes. Steal the warm snow? Steal everyone's chance of surviving?

Hixlaroh felt a horrible feeling in her chest as Molotiya began dissapearing. She looked down at herself, gasping. Hixlaroh was fading as well, but when she looked around, nobody seemed to notice her fading or be fading themselves. She began panicking, and ran out to Jinx, who looked at her. His eyes widened. "Hixlaroh, you-" He whispered, shadow trembling.

Jinx looked downwards, going silent. Hixlaroh completely dissapeared in shocked silence. She shut her eyes tightly. "Help me!" She screamed, but she was in a void when she opened her eyes. Hixlaroh looked around, but as far as her massive amber eyes could see, there was just blackness. "Where am I!? Help me, Someone!" Hixlaroh screeched. Her voice didn't echo, it barely even was hearable as it couldn't travel.

"Hello?" A voice called. Hixlaroh gasped, hearing the faint voice and struggling towards it. Her eyes were strained to see, but she could see a little white dot in the distance. The voice was going towards her. For a strong several minutes, she just aimed to reach the dot. When she finally was close, it was a wolf pup. A wolf pup with lovely blue eyes and a coat that was silky and beautiful. "Hello..." The wolf pup looked up into Hixlaroh's amber eyes.

"Why are you here? Why are we here? Do you know?" She begged, feeling bad. What if that wolf pup had been here for a long time? That would've been terrifying. "I... Don't know..." The wolf pup looked down hesitantly. "What's your name, then? I'm Hixlaroh." The owl chicklet murmured in distress.

"I'm Molotiya"

C H A P T E R 5

Hixlaroh was utterly shocked. Wasn't Molotiya that GROWN wolf, threatening to steal their warm snow? "Why are you in this void?" Hixlaroh tried to evade speaking about names. "I said, I don't-" Molotiya's mouth seemed to malform for a slim second, into something else; Something Hixlaroh hadn't the time to recognize. "I do know..." She whispered under her breath, which was almost unhearable in the void.

"Then, why?" Hixlaroh's eyes softened, feathers feeling like they were prickling up slightly. "I've been here forever... I was told by a voice, up there, that I belonged here..." Molotiya whispered, looking up at Hixlaroh, as tears of blood started to cascade down her cheeks. "Are you Molotiya's conciousness..." Hixlaroh whispered, quieter than Molotiya had ever whispered herself.

The tears when fallen off her face just floated there in the strange void. "Up... There?" Hixlaroh looked up for her first time, seeing just the faintest of glow up there, a tiny dot of it. "Yeah... It's been there as long as I can remember, and it spoke to me." Molotiya whispered. Suddenly, the void seemed less thick, just by a little. The sound traveled easier and Hixlaroh could move better.

"Let's go up to it." Hixlaroh narrowed her amber eyes. "But- All the times I've tried, the void doesn't let me..." Molotiya whispered, backing up so little it was nearly not at all. "How often does the void lighten up!?" Hixlaroh changed the subject desperately. "Every day, the void lightens up... Just a little... When I was first appeared here, the void was so thick, my limbs could barely even move..." Molotiya murmured.

"It lightens every time the... Big Molotiya..?" Hixlaroh cocked her head. "Goes more insane..." The pup murmured, as if she understood what Hixlaroh meant by 'big Molotiya'. "Well let's try anyway." Hixlaroh raised her voice, struggling madly to try and reach the dot in the void.

The pup didn't react much, only looked down. Hixlaroh stopped thrashing about. "What?" Hixlaroh's amber eyes flashed. The pup bit into Hixlaroh's leg, making the young owl screech in pain; But the pain only lasted what felt a mili-second, and it was painless even though small, very small, amounts of blood were cascading down and floating in the void.

"Wha- Why!?" Hixlaroh snapped, the pup looking up at Hixlaroh's massive eyes. Molotiya didn't react, only started thrashing about just as Hixlaroh had been previously, not letting go of the chicklet's scaly legs.

The blood droplets floating about seemed to just levitate, occasionally landing and staining the pup's cranium as Molotiya seemed to just struggle there. But it seemed- Were they getting closer to the dot. "Fr-flap!" Molotiya shouted, muffled by the chicklet's leg. Hixlaroh was utterly confused, beginning to flap her wings. It tired her quickly, as the void was thick and felt like she was slamming her wings through concrete, and not, at the same time.

For what felt like hours, they just continued flapping and thrashing about madly. Hixlaroh stopped flapping finally, gasping for breath in the oxygen-less void- But somehow having a just as fullfilling breath.

C H A P T E R 6

Had anyone seen such an odd sight before was impossible; Two young creatures thrashing and batting around wildly, as if drowning. Hixlaroh's mind kept musing questions for Molotiya, but kept silent. The wolf pup stopped suddenly, eyes widening and jaws letting go of Hixlaroh's leg.

"Wh-What?" She asked the wolf pup, confused as to why she had gone quite still. Hixlaroh slowly downed her head to see the wolf pup, who's mouth was foaming and she seemed to be glowing slightly. "Molotiya!" She screeched, seeing the wolf pup beginning to cry blood, just as before, but more constant. " H i x l a r o h, C o m e H e r e... " Molotiya whispered, voice echoing?

Hixlaroh felt drawn towards the pup, struggling towards her. They were face-to-fac, and the pup bit Hixlaroh's wing, which made her screech in pain- But unlike last time, the pain didn't fade, it stayed, just as real as real. The pup suddenly flashed into a golden-yellow colour- Solid yellow, and the yellow began encasing Hixlaroh as well. The chick was terrified.

Within seconds, they were both solid yellow. The pup began bursting upward, breaking through the void as if it were earth's usual atmosphere- Hixlaroh in pain, being brang by the pup's small but sharp fangs. The dot seemed to get bigger extremely fast, and a large flash of light happened.

For a few seconds, for both their eyes everything was pure white, and ridiculously bright. It faded away slowly, and they were in a similar void, but it was blue, and much thinner. Neon colours of what seemed to be planets were everywhere, unrealistically near to each other. Sparkles, or little floating spirits it almost appeared, were everywhere, floating around in a quick up and slowly floating down, then repeated fashion.

"What..?" Hixlaroh gasped, but Molotiya didn't seemed surprised. But as Hixlaroh spoke, they began to fall, and fall. But no anxiety or bad feelings happened, quite the utter opposite- It felt good. They landed on the ground with surprising little to no pain.

Hixlaroh could just feel the low gravity. She flapped her wings a little, and smiled. Her feathers tingled. Molotiya began padding along a pale gravel path, leaving the bird behind. Hixlaroh quickly caught up, shivering. There was absolutely no warmth.

Things flew by- Some looked like wisps, or tiny snowflakes, all unique and strange, all at once. Hixlaroh's eyes widened, remembering the real world. "How do I get out!? Molotiya, I need to get back." Hixlaroh screeched at the pup, suddenly infuriated.

"Get... Back..." Molotiya quietly whispered. "I don't know if you can get back though, Hixlaroh. Just don't think about it. Let the world's many possibilities just whisk you away." Molotiya hushed. The chick paused in her walking, falling back a few feet.

"What do you mean?" She trembled. "Not get back to Mama..? Or Jinx? Or Narshai? Or Yas-" Hixlaroh's speaking was hushed by Molotiya shoving her tail in Hixlaroh's beak. "J u s t W a l k..." Molotiya murmured, turning back and walking again.

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They walked, and walked, and walked. Things floated by and nobody spoke. It was almost scary, how silent everything was. Hixlaroh stared straight ahead. "Where are we going, Molotiya?" She broke the utter silence.

"How should I know! Just keep walking!" Molotiya retorted in anger. The faint, yet deep sound of a didgeridoo was in the background, accompanied by drums and the occasional noise of a flute. There was soon a castle up ahead; It seemed to just appear once in range, even if before they could've seen it.

A few butterflies flew past- But to Hixlaroh's surprise, their wings were different designs. One had one white wing and one that looked like it was splattered with paint, another had completely random molds of grey splattered on it's wing, and so on.

The faint sound of the didgeridoo just kept louder. It's deep pitch made Hixlaroh cringe, and then drums, trumpets and a guitar accompanied the tribal instrument. "Molot-" Hixlaroh began to speak, blunted when Molotiya cast her an angry glare.

"Suddenly Molotiya seems less innocent..." Hixlaroh grumbled to herself in an angry manner. Molotiya, as she walked forward, started to fade. Hixlaroh gasped. "Molotiya-" Hixlaroh was stopped again when the pup turned around, stopping. The owl looked at herself. She was fading, too.

They appeared in what seemed to be inside the castle. after completely fading. They slowly solidified, and Hixlaroh glanced at Molotiya, who seemed completely casual. There was a wolf on the throne- a female, at that- Who was shaped like a human but had the fur, muzzle, ears, tails and such of a human.

The anthro looked exactly like Molotiya, and was crying blood. Hixlaroh looked beside her, expecting to see Molotiya normally, but the wolf pup was faded more than there. When she looked at the supposed queen in utter surprise, she saw the queen was faded a bit, too.

"Salutations, Hixlaroh" The queen barked, somehow knowing the owl's name. "H-Hi?" Hixlaroh stammered, surprised quite a bit. "I... Traveled? Here..." The owl stammered. "Traveled? Ha." Molotiya grumbled from beside Hixlaroh. She looked at Molotiya in aggravation.

"Well, we got here." Hixlaroh retorted. The queen stayed silent for a strong few seconds, before bursting out in laughter. "Ah, say no more, young owl." She choked on laughter before saying this sentence rather speedily. Hixlaroh rolled her eyes.

The queen's eyes suddenly darkened, tongue that resembled a frog's lashing out and wrapping around Hixlaroh's mid-body. Her wings were wrapped in as well, thrashing about in a wiggly fashion. "I know you want to leave." The queen snarled, talking amazingly well for having her tongue sticking out. Her mouth didn't fit her words... Just Like Jinx.

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"Why can't I, Then!?" Hixlaroh announced, voice suddenly shrieking. The pup had dissappeared completely and utterly. "You can. But let me explain why I brang you here." The queen's eyes darkened, and Hixlaroh cringed. This queen took her here?

"I am a part of Molotiya's conciousness. Refer to me as you would the other one, the pup. Now now, you're special." The queen smiled again, but as she said these words, her eyes bled. Hixlaroh gasped, struggling like mad again, having previously forgotten her attempt to escape the slimy, red-hinted tongue.

Hixlaroh suddenly felt cold. The queen was staring at her huge eyes intensely, and it gave such a terrifying presence that the poor owl trembled. "P l e a s e S a v e M e..." The queen whispered, before decaying into complete bones, leaving Hixlaroh to drop onto the ground.

The owl looked at the re-appeared pup, who was silent, crying blood again. Earth shaking, it decayed, the stench of rotting objects filling their lungs. Hixlaroh squeezed shut her eyes, and opened them. To find she was in the ravine-like tear in the world, between the cold snow and warm snow.

She was lightly buried in the temperature-less fall. "What happened?" Hixlaroh whispered. That place stained in her mind, burning into it like a print- But something new came in. There were words, spoken by what seemed to be hundreds of voices, blaring in her mind.

A P l a c e B e y o n d T h e C o l d

Over, and Over, and over again.

S t r a i g h t F o r w a r d I n T h e D e a d l y B l i z z a r d s

Hixlaroh felt cold, unlike she was suppose to in the tear. She kept hearing the voices, and they drowned out any other thoughts. She stepped into the cold snow and it's stinging ice. The voices went slightly quieter, until she stepped fully into the snow, and they went silent.

She jumped around until able to break into thought, even if the wind slightly made this hard. The snow looked as if it'd be miles deep, even if it wasn't, mostly covering a majority of trees. Her feathers stung with icy cold. Hixlaroh saw something below her.

Two wolf pups, running around and playing. One had purple eyes, and the other kinda resembled what the others described what Jinx had looked like when he had a physical body. Hixlaroh immediately knew, who those two were. They were definitely Jinx and Molotiya, But why were they pups, and playing together in the cold?

Her eyes darkened, as she watched Molotiya have her head hit on a tree, The hundreds of snowflakes that formed the layer of snow on the leaves falling onto her. "Molotiya!" The pup who looked like Jinx gasped. Hixlaroh had perched on a tree to watch. This clearly was something like an illusion, so there had to be a reason she was seeing it. The she-wolf didn't get back up. Jinx looked around, as if trying to get help. There was nobody within miles in his sights.

Hixlaroh watched with her amber eyes widened beyond usual. What was happening...

"Molotiya? Molotiya?!" Jinx shook her, only to find the body dead. "How did Molotiya die so easily?" Hixlaroh mumbled. A blue flare-like thing burst out of the body. "Finally!" It shrieked. "Freedom! My plans worked! Now I can do my goal..." It laughed, Not noticing Jinx. "Now I can get all the magic from the Warm Snow..."

It noticed Jinx finally, gripping him. Somehow, it was physical, so it managed to grip him. It felt like it was burning his pelt, but it didn't. The pup struggled. "You better not tell anyone you heard that." The wisp-thing growled, gripping him harder until he could barely breath.

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"Bu-but..." Jinx choked, giving up on struggling. The wolf pup could see himself deteriorating every time a thought of denial passed through his mind. It didn't hurt, but did at the same time. It hurt more than anything that anyone had ever felt, more than a gunshot, more than being thrown into blue flames.

Jinx struggled like mad again, some of one of his hind paws completely gone, and just a shadow. "Fine! I won't!" Jinx squealed, lying particularly. The wisp dissapearred, and his paw was back. Jinx got up, and started running towards where he guessed the wisp would go. Hixlaroh followed, before the vision faded. The owl's usually ecstatic amber eyes' brutal energy was hushed.

The wind didn't bother her much anymore, or the cold. She just glided for hours, not realizing how long she had been flying, or somehow not getting tired. What was happening with her life! From happy, watching the beloved warm snow fall from the sky, to being sucked into a mad world of realization.

Hixlaroh's eyes burned with rage suddenly; Rage at that seemingly innocent wolf pup, Molotiya.

She burst into a slightly faster glide, not even realizing how cold and tired her body was. The snow beat on her wings, and as much as it hurt, all she did was keep flying. Her body was throbbing, or so it felt, and it wasn't comfortable. She didn't know where she was going, there was nothing in sight.

Hixlaroh let out a loud shriek- She hadn't expected it whatsoever, it just did. Automatically. It echoed a little, but unlike what she had expected, in reply, what sounded like three howls soared across the sky, and Hixlaroh went towards the source.

Eventually, there was a clearing, where three wolves were. One had unusually massive, pink eyes, one a mouth that reached from ear to ear, and one with three tails, that looked like they could reach the sky, that rest on the ground. Hixlaroh landed carefully, slowly, and afraid.

"We've been waiting!" The big-mouthed one loudly barked. "What do you mean?" Hixlaroh blinked her amber eyes, confused quite a bit. "Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!" The big mouthed one stood, with an eerie grin. "Fly that-a way! Fly that-a way!" He pointed. Hixlaroh gave a confused look, until the other two joined in. "Fly that-a way! Fly that-a way!"

"Now?" Hixlaroh blinked a few times. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" They chanted. Hixlaroh began flying 'that-a way', north. She had just met them, and probably would never see them again, but oh well. They were kinda creepy, anyway. Her wings were suddenly rested, even if she had only stopped for a few minutes.

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Hixlaroh flew for hours, but it felt like seconds. She saw a mountain. That was probably what they wanted her to go to. "Thanks..." She quietly whispered, as if they could hear her. "You're welcome!" Their voices rang in her head. "You're doing great!" They encouraged.

"That's either me, or the big-mouthed one can do that..." Hixlaroh grumbled, slightly disoriented by that. The mountain started forming into better vision after awhile. Her feathers suddenly realized how tired she was, talons flinching. Her wings flapped a few more times to gain altitude.

Finally, she landed at the foot of the mountain. It's grand size was almost amazing, and Hixlaroh looked around for anything of help. "Land ontop! Land ontop! Land ontop!" Those three wolves' chanting reached her mind. Hixlaroh shook her head, listening and flying again. She didn't care about how tired.

Hixlaroh huffed as she flew, finally ontop. There was a whole in the clouds. She was surprised when she saw a wolf pup. It was Jinx! Hixlaroh knew it was the vision, taking position on the side.

"Come out, Wisp!" Jinx shrieked. "Come out!" He repeated, until the whole dissappeared, and like a tornado-funnel, came down the wisp. Hixlaroh could hear the pup's thoughts. "If I'm being told that if I bite that lighter part of it's body, it will hurt, I'll loose myself, but it'll get rid of it..."

That was Jinx's thoughts? But...

Jinx lunged, biting into the middle of the body. He dangled, and the wisp let out a terrifying shriek. The pain reoccured, all over him. He was going through everything, but the middle was firmly clamped in his jaws. His paws were deteriorating into shadows.

Jinx was still the equivalent of Hixlaroh's age, how, why!? How was he so brave, unlike...

Hixlaroh watched with massive eyes, feathers puffed out with fear. The wisp deteriorated as he did, until all Jinx was, was a shadow, printed thinly on the ground. The wisp was gone. The heart of it, where he had bit, was on the ground, right in the middle of the mountaintop.

The funnel-like thing sucked it up into the sky, the whole returning. The vision stopped abruptly, Hixlaroh shuddering violently. What was she going to do?

She positioned herself, Shrieking to the sky. "Come out, Wisp!" She shrieked what felt like millions of times. Nothing came, nothing even changed. "I probably was led here to get a hint, but..." She whispered under her breath, collapsing. Her body printed into the snow, like an angel.

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"Wake up, Hixlaroh. Wake up." She awoke to a cold feeling, colder than the snow that was around her. It was Jinx. His voice sounded sad. "Jinx..." Hixlaroh whispered, having not seen him for a week by now. "I'm not going to stop you Hixlaroh..." Jinx whispered.

"How did you know, though?" Hixlaroh blinked a few times. "Because, I did. From the very start. About you in the snow, the void, the everything." Jinx grumbled. "Oh..." Hixlaroh looked away. But when she looked back, he was gone. Her eyes seemed saddened.

"I'll be with you, wherever you go, Hixlaroh." She heard his voice faintly, from the whole in the sky it seemed.

A burst of hope flew through her mind, eyes gleaming with sudden determination. Whatever it was, the wisp probably had waited, and now that he was able to, was going to steal power to get a body. Hixlaroh huddled there, brooding and musing about what to do.

CHAPTER IS A MASSIVE WIP