This was just something I had a dream about and since I felt like making yet another fanfic, I thought up the details of the story and typed it up. I'm not sure if this will catch on like most twilight stories seem to, but I can try, right? If pople don't like it, I'll just stop and delete it. So review, e-mail, private message, and tell me what you think so I can know what to do with it!

Rakita's POV

The sky was a stormy grey. But the wind was a pleasant warm. Most people would call this lucky weather, but I couldn't care less. The trees were sighing in the wind, nature symphony, some would say. But I don't even hear it. The bushes; oh let's stop the stupid nature talk.

I watched from the shadows of the bushes. Not that I needed too. Nobody could see me anyway. I glared at the wolves that passed me by. I was standing on the outskirts of my old pack's Den. A Den is where the wolf pack lives while hunting is still good. Theirs was in the center of the entire Inslalvakian forest. It is a small, rocky meadow. The rocks can be piled to make great dens. Each family gets one. I glared at my family's den. My mother, Slanna, a sleek, agile beautiful silver wolf with darker silver stripes with a red tint. My father, Marrack a majestic, powerful and mighty gray wolf. My older sister, Lianna, a mixture of the two. Lianna has mom's face, and dad's tail. She has mom's delicate paws, while she had dad's broad, strong shoulders. Their happy faces. My burial had been about a moon ago. The Great Elders had said my body had been eaten and torn to shreds by Gleaxton; the ever-hungry shadow leopard. Ever heard of a snow leopard? A shadow leopard looks a lot like that, only bigger. And black with white spots. And can call up evil and dark forces to destroy their enemies. Real fun, Gleaxton. But that's a lie. The stupid Elders. They saw!

He lured me to his lair. That is the one day I regret with every bone in my body. If I could have one wish, it would be that I never fell for his trap. I was called to house an evil spirit. But I broke free, of course I broke free. I am Rakita! The Strong, the Brave. That's what my name means! But in fear of what lingering dark forces may still inhabit me. They did a Separation ceremony and stripped my soul from my body. Then my body was burned. I hate them. I hate them for taking away my life. I have tried to leave, but I keep coming back. I know I cannot die, but this is not living. I can see but cannot be seen. I can hear but cannot be heard. I can smell, but cannot me scented. And now my family had a new child, a new sister. Now they were all happy, just fully accepting the fact that I was gone. Gone. The word seemed to be a curse over my head. I was here, but, just not here.

Crunch. I whirled around, out of instinct. I knew nothing could touch me. I didn't exist anymore. Nothing could see me. I could touch them, but then I would just be the wind brushing their fur. I saw a small wolf pup. Obviously having wandered away from its mama. I glared down at her. It was my sister. I bared me teeth. The one who could, that did take my place. She is Rakkittas. Love. She will bring love everywhere she goes. And everyone, even her enemies, will love her in some way. I hated her. She had a white pelt with soft blue eyes. She had faint streaks of creamish tan in her fur. What? Did mom go off and find a dog to have puppies with? She didn't even look like a wolf! I wished something would just spring from the trees and eat her. Right here and now. But the green bushes around us didn't move. The trees were still. The wind had stopped. The bird was hushed. Quiet. Not a creature stirred, except one spiteful spirit. I was screaming at Rakkittas. But as usual, no matter how hard I screamed, nothing could hear me. I couldn't take it anymore. I fled.

I ran away from my little sister, from my family, from my home. I ran. I ran and I ran. I was immortal now. I could run forever and never tire. I could lift entire trees by one root. But it means nothing if you live in solitude. I felt a different ground underneath my paws and looked down to see; me.

I had run into a lake, without even noticing. I didn't care. It didn't matter. I could see my face, but I didn't want to look at it. My topcoat is a mural blue. There is a strip of color between my topcoat and underbelly. A strip of red I got from my mom. My underbelly is a white. Pure white. I stormed away from my reflection. I howled a song of anguish to the sky as I ran.

I finally crawled onto land. The white sand didn't stick to my fur as it should have. My fur wasn't even wet. I could feel the water, it would just never stick to me. You must be wondering how I get around the forest if I can't push anything. I'll let you know when I figure it out.

I jumped to my paws. I was never one to cry and wallow in my own misery, and even though I was isolated in this lonely world, I won't let go of the meaning of strengths and weaknesses. If I lose those meanings…. Then I'll lose my sanity. And I am not letting go of that…. …… ……….. Am I?

Well, tell me what you thought. This is just an opening to her sad fate, the plot isn't quite so obvious here as in my other stories. Remember, if your reading this, tell me what you think! I WANT TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS! Don't make me go all Edward on you now….

~Ramothra