Right, I know that I've got a couple of other stories on the go and I promise I will get round to finishing them. This however I've been wanting to right for so long now so I'm just gonna do it. You must be patient with updates, I've got a hell of a lot going on atm at uni but this is one I will strive to complete!! Title may change, not entirely sure yet.

Through the Eyes of a Wolf

Darkness, that's all that could be seen. No lights neither electric nor lit by candles. The wind whipping and howling outside, causing a strong draught to swirl through the abandoned room, rustling the fallen leaves as they briefly twirled before once again settling. However, the leaves were not the only ones disturbed. In a corner that seemed, if possible, shrouded into even further shadow, a low moan sounded. Upon further inspection the outline of a figure could be seen as he or she rolled over, so that their back now faced the cold onslaught of the unforgiving wind.

As the wind died down, the soft even pattern of breaths being drawn could be heard from the lone figure, as sleep once again claimed them, it being the only sign that there was any life.

Suddenly the lullaby was broken by an explosion which shook the building, throwing the room into harsh light. The figure from the corner immediately sprang to their feet, crouching in wait as their surroundings were once again unveiled and dust rose ominously as it was disturbed from the floor.

Having gained their bearings, the crouching form slowly straightened and stood tall. Striding forward they reached what appeared to be a hole that had been blown in the wall sometime ago, the reason for the draught no doubt. Now, standing still as stone by the opening, the figure was thrown into clarity. The slender form was obviously that of a young woman, clad in black cargo trousers tucked into well worn knee high boots, as well as a navy strappy top and dark brown jacket. Her dark blonde hair was drawn back away from her face so her vision was not obscured as her highly defined brown eyes surveyed the scene before her.

From where she stood she had a clear view of the city, partly why she chose to stay here, on the fifth floor of a derelict building. Barely a mile away, offices and housing were being blown to cinders, the flames reaching higher and higher towards the night sky. She knew she would have to move soon, there would be no fire fighters to quench the blaze, no one to help those caught in the flames as it spread ... no one.

She had tried to warn them, that their refuge had been discovered, that they had to run, but they refused to listen to her pleas until they had eventually thrown her out.

'I'm so sorry', she whispered to the dark, 'If only you had taken my advise'. And now the wind seemed to carry their terrified cries directly to her, tormenting her, punishing her for not intercepting their attackers.

'There was too little time, there was no one else and too many of them ... it would've been suicide'. In her heart she knew she was right, that she'd done the right thing, but that did not stop the onslaught of her own mind.

With one final glance out at the city she turned, shouldered her bag and strode down the five flights of stairs down to the ground floor. Cautiously she stepped outside while quickly glancing around. Determining no one was nearby she did up her worn jacket and slipped soundlessly into the shadows, her feet carrying her away from the wild blaze.

The night was cold, each breath instantly clouding, keeping Sally awake and alert. Taking a deep one she realised she could smell burning. Sighing, she continued on, quickening her pace.

'It never used to be like this', Sally thought 'running, hiding, fighting, not being able to sleep soundly due to fear and worry'.

Only two years previously and the world was as we know it, run by business, money and time, constantly churning round and round. But then something changed, something that humans themselves haven't encountered for hundreds of years... evolution.

Individuals across the world were slowly waking to find that they could do impossible things. Impossible yet wonderful things. Some could fly while others could breathe under water. Some could regenerate while others could hear sounds from miles away. With such gifts they could help the world, ease sickness and suffering, show us the wonders of what could be. But they were afraid and rightly so. For when their secrets were uncovered the world reared its ugly head and hunted them down like animals, forcing them into hiding.

The world was as of yet not ready to understand this new progression in the human race, and therefore feared it. Tracking and capturing these condemned individuals would allow them to study and perhaps, it was thought, to develop a cure, halting the spread of the illness. But alas, that was where the world went wrong, for there was nothing to be cured, no illness or virus to stop, these abilities were apart of them. Made them who they were, and they could not be taken away.

Everyday more and more discovered their gifts, some harmless, some helpful and some purely dangerous, as is the way with evolution. Many, as time went by, grew bitter and angry in the darkness, constantly shunned by society into the depths of the world. Some soon came to resent those they referred to as the 'norms', and rose against them. Lashing out with their abilities, causing only harm and destruction, encouraging others to join their ever increasing numbers. People ran before them, seeking their loved ones and shelter.

There were those, however, who used their abilities to try and stop the storm, army and police aiding them, finally coming together.

But it was too late, the war had started and the world fell into shadow. People fled to evacuation centres that had secretly been built, leaving the fighting to those who could, but not all managed to reach the centres as they could only hold so many, leaving them to roam the now silent streets and crippled buildings.

'And so, two years on and this is where we are, living in fear, moving from one destroyed city to another, helping and fighting where possible. What poor paths we chose to tread to come to this point,' thought Sally as she trudged on, unaware that her own path was about to lead her to somewhere quite different.

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'The road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can.

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say'

J.R.R.Tolkien, FOTR

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