Hey, guys! To be completely honest, I'm not quite confident about posting this story. I'm not really confident about anything, which is how I relate to Ze'ev too much, but... XD Anyway, it's an idea I've been working on, and thanks to the suggestion of my forever best friend, Hazeldapple, I finally posted it on here. You should seriously go check out her stories on here, they are truly amazing!

I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes, it was 2 AM when I completed this chapter. (Late night writing is the best)

-This story is based around Webkinz, in a world where they live like humans, but without actually having humans-

Like floating on an endless, pillowy-soft cloud, the world was a comfortable blanket wrapped around him. Safe and secure, an unbreakable calm that filled his entire existence, a feeling he could only relate to the color white.

White. Pure, clean, untouched.

White. Undisturbed, pleasing, comforting.

White.

It wasn't exactly that he could see the white. In fact, he couldn't see anything at all. He couldn't feel, touch, or hear anything. All his senses were inaccessible, unnecessary. It was an innermost feeling, the pure white radiated from his heart and spread throughout his entire body. He wasn't even aware what was happening. All he knew was white.

White.

And then, all too soon - though he had no ability to tell how long he had been in this world of a single shade of color and the inability to be fully conscious or have any feeling whatsoever - he could sense the comfort dissapating around him like a mist. At first that was all there was, just the whiteness and nothingness. But it gradually faded, the layers melting, the white becoming less as powerful and bright, the invisible blanket unraveling slowly, yet too quickly. He didn't want this to end, this seemingly everlasting tranquility to leave him unprotected and cold and helpless. With all the strength he could manage, not being able to move or even think past simple, one-word thoughts, he struggled to grasp onto the comfort for as long as he could. It was impossible, it was disappearing like an actual mist, the white was dwindling into darkness. Incomplete darkness, for the source of light lingered in his chest, fluttering as his eyelids did, but too dark for him to feel settled. He longed for the white to return, he despised the drastic difference that seemed to seep into his vision, the black that soaked and covered everything that had once been white.

His senses were returning ever so slowly, he became aware of his heart beating steadily, air being sucked into his lungs in short intakes. Fighting against the darkness that was suddenly behind his eyes, he forced them to open.

Through narrowed slits of light brown, he blinked rapidly, internally pleading for his eyes to adjust to the same shadow of color that surrounded him. This black was more easily penetrable, it wasn't as hard to see through as it had been from behind his closed eyes, and in a matter of minutes he could actually see something other than a color.

The shades of inky ebony gloom grew lighter, he could actually make out the objects around him. He was tilted, on his side, awkwardly facing tall walls on either side of his vision, leading to an opening and something beyond it, something the a least bit comforting - light. Much less brilliant than the whiteness inside of him had been, but it was something nonetheless.

Shifting his gaze from the exit of the walled outdoor area to the disinctly cylindrical shape of ... trashcans. And the image of wrinkled and full bags of trash resting nearby, unable to fit into their rightful bins. On the ground - where he assumed he was laying? - was an assortment of rocks and neglected, small pebbles mixed in with the occasional piece of trash. The ground itself must have been concrete, not quite smooth but yet not completely rocky and unbearable, and he began to feel a chill emitting from it's surface. As the seconds passed by, he could definitely feel a stronger cool and a shiver rattle through him. The cold came from the air, extremely unlike the cloud of satisfying comfort he had been previously drifting on.

More practical thoughts began to come to mind as he became more aware of everything.

Where am I? was the first, most apparently practical question, followed shortly by, Do I still have my wings?

Lifting his head slowly in order to keep the world from spinning in a nauseous manner, a quick peek over his shoulder confirmed that his wings were, thankfully, still intact and very much there, however dim and faint they were. Seeing them folded ever so slightly against his back, no matter that there was almost nothing to see but the hazy, almost indistinct shape of the wings, was a relief.

You know why you're here, his brain whispered, breaking the complete silence around him and in his brain. This is your job. You're here for a reason. Get up. Get going. There's no time to waste.

His mind supplied him with no real information for remembering the exact cause and where exactly he was, but he didn't disobey it. The voice might have been his own in his head, but he knew who it really came from, that it was an actual order rather than a suggestion.

Get up. Get going. No time to waste.

Regardless of the remaining numbness in his paws and scattered about his weak body, he managed to get to his feet in a matter of minutes. Out of instinctual habit, he stretched his wings out to their full length, making sure that they didn't get too stiff and would ache later on from not being properly extended. A small smile cut across his muzzle, the familiar feeling of what he was doing bringing a spike of happiness to mind. He would never get tired of the way they straightened out, popping out the kinks, pulling the muscles gently, almost a tickling feeling.

The giddiness died away a short time later, but he refused to let the despair of not completely recalling the "job" get to him. Second to that, he forced himself to think about something else other than the biting chilliness that creeped into his bones, caused him to loose sight of the thought of the pure, unbroken white of before.

Looking up at the night sky, the dark blues swirled in with marvelously inky black and dotted with numerous blinking stars, he felt a connection. Somewhere, behind the high clouds, the midnight sky, the brilliant dots of light thousands of lightyears away, was home. And he had been placed here temporarily, taken away from his home and left on earth, for a reason. An important reason, a destiny that he couldn't refuse.

Now, if only he could just remember what it was exactly.

The confusion that reigned and lingered led him out of the damp, open alleyway, onto an abandoned street lit by only a few dull lampposts on each block's corner. Their light was nothing magnificent in the least, an uninspiring yellow hue that did little to help his visibility in the dark night. The sidewalks of the street were cold and wet, and though the mental fog continuously kept track of him and his every movement he realized that the streets were covered in ice and that a soft flurry of crystalized ice flakes were now falling freely from the sky.

Snow.

Shivering slightly, he made his way down the concrete path, ignoring the closed shops that advertised various things, from small cafes to beauty salons to retail shops, absently turning onto a mainly secluded and unfrequinted neighborhood. The snowflakes that clung to his fur were undisrupted, he made no move to brush them off or even awknowledged their presence, or that of the bitterly penetraiting cold. He had never experienced anything like it, it was somewhat of a surprise. A surprise ignored as he followed the nagging sense that he knew where he was going, that if he just continued walking he would reach his destination and would discover the reason of his quest. It would come to him if he waited, he knew it would, but he wanted to be rid of the desperate need to know now. He was determined to find out. It was his job, his mission, his assignment. How could he accomplish it without knowing what it was in the first place?

Another shiver wracked his frame, stronger than the last time. Such a difference from what he was accustomed to, a difference that he hadn't ever faced in his full life. He had never known anything short of perfect, just talk of it. Come to think about it, he couldn't believe that he was actually standing and breathing in the world, the place he had only heard about from the others. He was away, for the first time, stripped from the protection and peace of the life he knew, now stuck - temporarily, as it was - in a land of deception and lies and problems unable to be fixed by the residents of this world. He was far, so far from his home, and he was expected to be able to figure everything out on his own, sort out his "mission" and complete it without any help?

He was unaware that he had come to a halt, overcome by thoughts that brought an entirely new feeling to him - worry. Never before had he worried about something, he hadn't needed to. Not up there. But down here? There was too much to worry about.

An unfamiliar sound broke through his thoughts and the cloud of worry, causing him to jerk his head around to face the road that ran alongside the sidewalk. A lone vehicle, it's luminous bright front lights causing him to blink rapidly, forcing his eyes to once again adjust to the sudden change.

They never did, so he turned away, staring straight ahead and breathing in deeply. When he released the breath a moment later, a puff of steam floated into the air, glistening and swirling into clusters of unnamed shapes and curls before fading away. Leaving him to stare off into the distance, unfocused and feeling more weak than before. His mind was spinning and he felt like he was drowning in confusion and his own thoughts.

"Aren't you cold?"

Now he turned to face the vehicle that had pulled up parallel to the concrete walk, it's engine buzzing with life despite being put in park. If he squinted hard enough, he could make out a dog in the driver's seat, their window rolled down, staring at him with an unamused look. Unamused, but a flash of concern that was hard to miss.

He shrugged, but couldn't hold back the involuntary shiver sent from his spine. Yes, he was frigidly cold, if that was the word he could use to describe the numbing, piercing chill.

"Need a ride?"

It took a minute, but the words finally registered in his mind and he nodded, a smile tugging at his lips.

The dog in the car sighed, not from being upset at the him for accepting, but for an undecipherable reason, and nodded to the seat beside him in the car. "Hop in on the other side."

Walking to the passenger's door, he stared apprehensively at the contraption keeping him from entering the obvious warm of the inside of the vehicle, glancing uncertainly to the dog driving.

"Just open the door," the dog said, and upon closer inspection, he could see that the driver was a husky, exactly like he had predicted at first. "Get in before you freeze to death."

A minute later they were driving through the quiet neighborhood, silence hanging not uncomfortably between the two. Sitting in the passenger's seat, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over anything and everything, partially looking for the source of the heat that seemed to flow from every direction and was trapped solely in the cab of the car and nowhere else, partially gaping in amazement at the knobs and buttons on the dashboard. The occasional glance was spared at the husky driving, but the looks were fleeting. He knew him, he had seen him, the husky wasn't anything new. A blessing, maybe, or else he probably would have frozen to death, but nothing new in the least.

The husky was watching him more so, though. Eyeing him as he took it all in, peering curiously at him while a thousand questions filled his mind.

"What are you doing here, Ze'ev?" The driving dog asked, but then shook his head. "No, no, never mind. Better question: why didn't they give you more protection before sending you out into this winter weather nightmare?"

Ze'ev shrugged, wetting his lips before speaking, "It would have been very helpful if they did. It's frigid out there."

"Yeah, no kidding."

Returning again into silence, the Timber Wolf, Ze'ev, inspected the odd locks on the door, right night the opening handle. "Where are we going, Edge?"

"To my house, unless you have somewhere you need to be?" Edge kept his eyes on the road, turning on to a different street, just as dimly lit as the previous road they had travelled. "Do you know where you're supposed to go, or ..."

"No," Ze'ev shook his head, "T-To be honest, I have absolutely no clue why I'm down here, I can't seem to ... to remember the reason I was sent here. I don't even have an idea as to where I'm supposed to go."

Edge slowed the car as he made a sharp turn into a driveway, shutting the engine off before facing the younger passenger. "Ze'ev, it's alright. It happens to all of us the first time we come down. It will click, you will remember in time. Trust me."

Ze'ev nodded, glancing at the floor of the vehicle. Several seconds went by before he felt a sympathetic pat on his shoulder by Edge, catching the remain of a smile on the husky's face. The look in his blue eyes was positivity, sureness, not even questioning that Ze'ev had forever forgotten, and therefore failed, his mission.

"Come on, let's get inside and we can discuss ... things," said Edge, pocketing the car keys and unlocking the doors, stepping out into the bitterly cold after putting on a thick coat.

Following his lead, Ze'ev left the warmth of the vehicle's inside in trade for the winter blizzard and the snow that was beginning to come down in sheets now, covering every surface and sticking like glue. Frozen glue.

For a moment, after entering the cold outside world again, he could almost feel his wings stretch on their own accord, and a smile worked it's way onto his tired face. No matter if they had gone invisible to the naked human eye, he certainly knew they were there. And that was the comfort he needed then. A sense of familiarity in a new life of unexpected confusion.

Well, there we go! A kinda short first chapter, but something nevertheless. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to update this as soon as possible. Thank you for reading!

-Firepower