Just so you know, this was written to help me get those ideas for that one story out of my head. The plot has completely formed and matured. This will be written at the same time as my other fic. Updates will probably be around the middle of the week.
Prolouge
I suppose I could start with the day that my brother, Jen was born, seeing as that was also the day that 'it' happened. The interesting thing is that even though it happened so long ago, the events of that day are crystal clear in my mind, almost as if some artist etched them into my mind using the chisel held in his paw. I could tell you exactly what each of us was wearing, the exact part of the room we were in, and even the day of the season. But none of those matter right now. The only thing that matters is what happened.
I can remember the tension in the air as the doctor told my mother to push. She was trying, that I could easily tell from the expression on her face, which was the look of one who would do this if it killed her. The doctor told her to push again. She gave one last groan and then there he was. My baby brother, new to the world was being held in the doctor's arms, his bushy tail, still slightly wet, extruding from under his arms. My mother took him, and everyone in the room could instantly tell that this was the moment she had been waiting for. The feeling of bliss that filled the room emanated from my mother and brother, snuggling together, my mother gently swinging her arms as she held him, her voice cooing softly every once in a while.
Then it happened. First my vision seemed to become fuzzy. I felt like I couldn't move, like suddenly a huge amount of weight had manifested out of nowhere. So I did the only thing I could to soften the pain. I fell over. The beasts before me seemed to start moving faster than any living creature could, darting from place to place almost as if they were on fire. The room went black as I blanked out.
The doctor had no idea what had happened but he told my parents that it was a 'seizure', and if any more occurred to bring me to him immediately. From what I've heard there was one not even 9 days after the first, and a third occurred even sooner after that. By then they had come to the conclusion that there was nothing they could do to help me except to give me medicine during the seizure to make it shorter. My parents started becoming more and more protective of me until the situation come to what it is today.
I am no longer allowed to do outside activities like swimming or archery. I'm labeled as handicapped. They're worried that to much of it might cause me to have another seizure. I just think they're crazy, but either way they had made the risks clear, and though I knew them, there was nothing that could stop me from going after him that night...