EDIT: I'm changing the prologue because I think the original sucked, to be frank. I think this one will be much better and maybe entice more people to read this story.

Wolf's Rain © BONES
Fae, Kai © Redmoonfae

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A young girl sat in the dirt behind a broken down shack. She shook, not from cold, but from the sadness that wracked her body and soul. The moon shone bright and mockingly down upon her. At the moment, she hated the moon. It illuminated her pain and suffering for all to see. She took a deep breath and wiped her face, smearing blood and dirt on her already streaked face.

She sniffled and sobbed, but went back to work. She grabbed more dirt and pushed it into a hole in the ground. The hole was already filling up with the dirt she had dug out of it earlier. But if one looked close enough they could see the impression of a body wrapped carefully in a sheet. More and more dirt covered the body. The small 'girl' made hardly any noise as she filled in the grave. Hours may have passed, but she took no heed to them. She had to finish this tonight. She just had to.

The 'girl,' Fae, stopped once more for a short break. Her arms ached badly, and he back had kinks in it from being in a kneeling position for so long. But most of all, her chest hurt. She wasn't so sentimental as to say it was her heart that ached; she blamed it on her sobbing and the chilly air. But she felt as though her heart should have been broken.

First it had wiped out her pack…then she and her parents had fled to where they believed it could not be. But it followed. It attacked her father first. He left, vowing to find a place that would make It stop attacking him and leave their family alone. That had been a year ago. No one had survived that long once It started to attack.

Shortly after the father had left, the mother was attacked…and It showed her no mercy. First It just weakened her, made her cough. But then it made her cough blood and crippled her. Then It took her senses and memory away. Finally, It took her life away.

Fae sniffed again as she began working again. She had to get the grave filled tonight. She drifted into her thoughts again. It had destroyed many…It had taken away her pack's prey…then her pack itself. But It was not satisfied yet. It had to take her parents as well. But after It had done this, It finally seemed satiated. It would not take her. Not even when she begged for It to take her after her mother had finally stopped suffering. It would not have her.

She was almost done. The grave was almost done. Just a few more handfuls of dirt…there. The grave was completed. Fae stood on shaky, weak legs. She searched around the barren area that was now just her home. Fae searched until she found what she was looking for. She picked the rock up and slowly brought it back to her mother. She kneeled down once more and gently placed the rock on top of the grave.

She leaned back and looked at her handiwork. Nothing fancy, but it was good enough. She sighed and stayed still, staring with cold, green eyes at the final resting place of her mother. Fae took a deep breath and cried hard. She would cry as hard as she could now. She never wanted to have to cry again after this. So she would cry every last tear she could tonight.

Eventually her sobs became howls. Her claws dug into the cold earth, making small furrows. She barely took any breaths. She just howled on and on until her throat closed up. Then she collapsed from exhaustion. She lay next to her mother's grave and stared up at the mocking moon. She panted hard, tongue lolling out of her mouth and falling in the dirt. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. She just wanted to die. She just wanted It to take her now and bring her to her parents once more. Her eyes slowly opened when she heard a yowling that she could no longer ignore. She looked into the face a very small creature.

The small creature was a young fox, barely old enough to be out of it's den. It was mewling and pawing at Fae. It was annoying. Fae growled and snapped at it. The fox moved but did not leave. It just kept mewling. The noise was driving her crazy. Fae stood on wobbly legs and snarled at the small fox. She snapped at it and it ran. She chased. But she was so tired. The fox easily eluded her. She snarled and barked in agitation. Fae was so tired she didn't see the small hole. She tripped and crashed to the ground, and stayed there. She panted hard and closed her eyes. But then the fox was back. Fae's eyes opened to see the baby fox trying to snuggle into her fur.

Fae tried to snap at it but was too tired. She lay her head back down and stayed there. The small fox was warm against her chilled self. She curled around that warmth. She began to realize that this small a fox would not be out alone if he had a family. She sniffed loudly and curled tighter around her fox. She realized he needed her. She hadn't been able to help her mother, but maybe she could make a difference with this small fox. Her tears dried into her fur and her lids became heavy. She rested her head on the ground near her fox and sighed. Finally, she fell asleep.