Kindred, the Eternal Hunters: Lamb's Journey

by clane

"Never one, without the other." Kindred is the white embrace of nothingness and the gnashing of teeth in the dark. Shepherd and the butcher, poet and the primitive, they are one and both. When caught on the edge of life, louder than any trumpeting horn, it is the hammering pulse at one's throat that calls Kindred to their hunt. But before they became one, they were all alone.

1. Prologue

PROLOGUE

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The Eternal Hunters

The gloomy night hovers the misty dark sky and the forest under it, is just as they are. The silence is overbearing but if you're one of some creatures, you could hear the plea of the souls raging in the depths of the underworld. A mysterious young boy stands over there. Adventurous yet seemingly fragile and threatened. Above the trees, he floats. The lingering darkness crept him to the bits. He's afraid to meet them again.

"What a surprise! It is the little boy again, Lamb!" From his back, a voice was heard as if it's from the deepest part of hell. The young lad cringed and slowly turned around to see his two friendly foes despite of the fear welling up inside his small tiny body.

The dark creature quickly snaked to his side and spoke excitedly: "Can I eat him now?" As if on cue, the lad had tried to step backwards but he couldn't. The boy's little legs were already far from functional, it gave up. Even though the little boy knew the creature was just scaring him out, he is indeed tied up in its game.

"Calm now, little child, you know that Wolf here is just playing." The fluffy alabaster creature, which seems to be Lamb, walked closer to his fidgeting body. He did not know what to feel nor how to feel but when the white creature touched his groggy hair, he almost felt peaceful despite the other companion's presence.

At the background, Wolf rolled his head in annoyance and boredom. "Why can't you just end?!" Wolf growled as if it's calling its dark instincts to slaughter the terrified living thing beneath him. The boy gasped a short amount of oxygen with his small thin lips because of Wolf's uneasy question, or rather desire. Lamb kept the boy calm yet deep inside, Lamb felt the unfairness of what her dear companion had said. She too have been wondering why this young lad is very special. In which every time they'd meet him, they would not take away its life.

Lamb shook her head and looked at his almost-grinning comrade, he was just fooling around again. Although he was, she delicately and seriously replied back: "Balance is very important, dear Wolf." She already knew the enigma behind the special boy. The lad was the totem of life.

The young boy found himself dumbfounded when the two opposing creatures was gone like a sand flowing in the air as he blinked. He hardly couldn't process what actually happened, he had once again evaded the Kindred, so he thought…